It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.
Poem: Sarah Kay
Image: free large images
Inky: I’m not by the way in case anyone is wondering. My stash of Glenlivet is dangerously low, I might need to stock up on wood, and there is food, olives of course, and coffee is an absolute necessity, Muse cat’s cream, the Kahlua of course….
What? Presents? Oh, Santa has that covered, no worries.