In our house, chocolate is memory,It’s currency, and treat.It’s more than just confectionery,Or something sweet to eat. It’s the orange in the stocking,And the coins down at the heel.It’s the time on Christmas morningWhen the dreaming becomes real. It’s trading out my hazel whirlsFor all your orange creams.Carols on the radio,And bursting at the seams. …
Category: Individual Inventions
My Phone Vrrped
My phone vrrrped as it switched itself off. No battery. Strange, I know, as it had been at 67% only ten minutes ago. This was not an uncommon experience, and I paused – as I always did – to make a mental note of my specific position before continuing. I had a theory I had …