388: families welcome, whatever size and shape

On Saturday I filled in for one of my team who is off on holiday and supported our monthly LGBTQIA+ monthly family drop in session, this month led by the wonderful Rachael House. Rachael is a multidisciplinary fine artist featured in our Queer as Comics exhibition, who joined us today to lead a drop-in speech bubbles workshop which gzve our visitors the opportunity to find their voices and share what was important to them.

This is the third of these LGBTQIA+ family sessions and our audience is growing – we had almost 30 people today, of all ages, and it was so good to see most of the parents make their own art pieces as well as the children. We had political statements, ethical, joyful, playful and more. People were able to use pens, drawing inks and brushes to create their works and they ended up bold and colourful. My friend Miriam also brought her family – the nuclear unit plus some of the family of choice. Daughter H has just started GCSE art and was able to meet a working illustrator who looked at her work and was interested. One thing I’ve noticed about all the illustrators we work with is that they’re generous people who make time for aspiring artists – Murugiah has been the same.

Since we started the family programming back in June we’ve had more than 600 people engaging with it, and with different materials and media, and it’s so good to see the Creative Studio alive with people being creative and enjoying themselves. Saturday was my third session of the week and they’ve all been completely different.

On Monday I ran a Rainbow Pavement drop-in activity outside – we have a lot of concrete and brick on the site and I decided to bring a bit of colour to the space to end the summer with. Around 40 people came and created artwork – Jimmy, a four year old, came and declared ‘I SPELLED MY NAME RIGHT!’ very proudly. He had, and he and his mum had a great time chalking noughts and crosses games to play too. We used chunky pavement chalks which work for all ages (including grandads with arthritic fingers) and the chalk washes away in a good rainstorm. I had some lovely chats with people – including one man who’d come all the way from Argentina because he loves Quentin Blake.

My absolute favourite session every week, though, is the Little Owls storytellling session which happens every Wednesday afternoon – we have a story and then do a simple craft activity. This week’s story was Quentin Blake’s own Angelica Sprocket’s Pockets. I was expecting it to be a bit quieter as the schools have started back but there was a queue! For me!

I’d popped out of the studio after setting up to go and tout for custom as usual – dressed in the replica coat I’d made a couple of years ago for our schools story session, and there they all were! I also ran into the team from the London Museum while dressed in the coat, but luckily a lot of them are quite used to me by now and didn’t bat an eyelid at the hot pink pocketed costume. We read the story and then created printed pockets on coloured paper, and objects to go in the pockets. This follows We’re Going on a Bear Hunt when we made story maps, The Tiger Who Came To Tea with paper plate tiger faces, Dear Zoo with the ‘wrong’ pets, My Cat Likes to Hide in Boxes (blue fans like the cat from Japan), Whatever Next? and the cardboard rockets and this week we’re doing Owl Babies and making little owls.

The coat of many pockets! From the archive….

I also started transcribing the luggage tag evaluation – what did you like about your visit and what could we do better – and the comments about the range of materials, the free flow creative activities and the wonderful welcoming staff made me very happy as well. Next weekend we have a community festival which has been co-produced with refugees and migrants living in the borough and I can’t wait – it’s called A Seat at the Table and it’s going to be amazing.

Things making me happy this week

That’s it for me for the week!

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading:

Fingersmith – Sarah Waters

Nine-tailed – Jayci Lee

387: everyday…people

This has been a very peopley week, but in a good way: these days organising what ought to be a simple catch up takes quite some doing.  Managing two in a week is pretty impressive.

I’ve been housesitting in Buckhurst Hill again this week which put me quite close to Debden and my friend Elaine, who I haven’t seen for what seems like forever. We met up after work and wandered over to a Turkish mezze restaurant in the Broadway, where we annoyed the staff by not looking at the menus for ages while we gabbled away merrily about life, books, friends, TV and more. Eventually we ordered and the kebabs were worth the wait, with a lovely fresh salad and lots of flatbread.

Waiting for the bus back was an experience – 9pm and there was a group of four kids zooming around on e-scooters, not being terribly pesky as they go, but quite cheeky. One of them informed me that the buses were done but if I wanted to hop on the back of his scooter he’d give me a lift home….he must have been all of 12. I declined and went for the train instead…I think it was the pelvic thrust he added as punctuation that really put me off.

Wednesday was an Amanda evening and this week we headed for Black Bear Burger in Exmouth Market, where we were disappointed by the lack of frozen margaritas but toughed our way through with normal ones. We’re good like that. The burgers were delicious, medium cooked and juicy with good cheese and pickle relish, and the Cajun fries were just spicy enough.

I also saw J, one of my friend’s daughters who has been having independent London adventures these holidays. She found her way to the Centre and explored the galleries.

Work was also quite busy: a catch up with someone at Kingston Uni about a project, a firing-on-all-cylinders meeting at all The Charterhouse about maps as illustration, and on Wednesday I read ‘Whatever Next?’ by Jill Murphy for the story session and we made cardboard box rockets. Families stayed for over an hour creating joyful chaos in the Studio with tape, stickers, chalk, pens, all sorts of bits I had hanging around. This week we’re reading Angelica Sprocket’s Pockets by Quentin Blake and making pockets.

Things making me happy this week

  • Early morning walk with Jill on Saturday, which we haven’t done for ages
  • Ted Lasso still – onto season 3 and I’m HORRIFIED by Nate’s betrayal.
  • The tributes to Dolly Parton and Tim Curry flooding my social media feeds (though of course I’m sad that they’ve died). Two people who made it OK to be unapologetically themselves, to be a little bit weird and out there, and to give people the courage to be the same.
  • Rain. Not much but it’s a start. Discovered that Miriam’s dog is scared of thunder when he burrowed under my arm at the first roll.
  • Catch up with Rhiannon when I went to retrieve my bags, entertained by R&O on top post-holiday form

This week we’re opening on Bank Holiday Monday for the first time and I’ll be there hoping it doesn’t rain. My plan is to arm the public with lots of chalk and turn all our concrete into a rainbow of colour. If it’s raining we’ll cause chaos inside instead.

Same time next week then, gang! I’ll be the one covered in chalk.

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading:

Tipping the Velvet/Fingersmith – Sarah Waters

386: Doctor Feelgood prescribes…

Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been catching up with the excellent Ted Lasso on Apple TV, starring the fabulous Hannah Waddingham and Jason Sudeikis. It’s about a football club and the people in it – an underdog comedy, really, as they’re battling relegation, a string of draws, a diverse team who aren’t playing nicely together.

The title character is a fish out of water, brought from America to make sure the club goes under in an act of revenge by Hannah Waddingham against her ex husband, played delightfully sleazily by the much missed Anthony Stewart Head. Of course it doesn’t work, despite the entire fanbase of the club loathing Lasso, who knows less than nothing about football. He’s a Ned Flanders type who really shouldn’t be as charming as he is. His sidekick is a taciturn man with a fatal attraction to a woman who is quite bonkers. Brett Goldstein growls as Roy Kent, team captain past his glory days but not quite able to give up the beautiful game.

Grrr. Roy Kent, Coach Beard, Ted Lasso (Apple TV)

It’s predictable – yes, they’ll be relegated but that’s OK, there’s always another season. There’s a divorce (Lasso is giving his wife 5000 miles of space). There’s a love story and a kitman with an eye for tactics. There’s a Christmas episode with snow. It’s filmed in Richmond so looks posh and pretty. Nothing unexpected but beautifully written and every single episode leaves you feeling hopeful and happy.

It’s exactly the TV we need right now. Watch it.

Things making me happy this week

  • Family Wednesdays at work. So much fun.
  • Deeney’s specialty toastie – the Macbeth – Haggis, cheese and onions. MMMM.
  • Pizza with the kids on Tuesday.
  • Thing 1 taking up crochet again.
  • Progress on my shawl.
  • An evening with some of my girlfriends on Friday.
  • A Saturday swim with Rachel.
  • The return of bearable temperatures and a few drops of water falling from the sky.

That’s it from me – a quiet week! No big thoughts….

What I’ve been reading:

A Court of Mist and Fury – Sarah J Maas (Audible)

The Secret Keeper – Kate Morton

A lot of absolute rubbish by various Americans. No thinking required.

385: the burning issue

There’s a lot of fires going on at the moment, thanks to a combination of the insanely hot, dry weather and – well – idiots. We were in a delightful pub up Caerphilly mountain on Friday night when the alerts started to roll in on people’s phones, shattering the relative quiet of happy diners with shrill beeps as the various networks rolled them out. Once we’d all worked out what was going on it became a shared moment of ‘oh ho, there we go again’. For the avoidance of doubt, ours arrived in Welsh and English at the same time.

This is what the live wildfire map of the area looks like at my time of writing:

That’s a lot of fires, gang. We’re just outside Caerphilly and the air is thick with a smoky haze generated by the many fires around us. Four teenage boys were arrested on suspicion of arson quite locally yesterday, accused of starting several fires in the area. The landscape is dry, dry, dry and – as the current prime minister (are we still on Andy Burnham? I forget…) would have it – is a tinderbox.

So, naturally, the news today was dominated by people complaining about the alerts – were they necessary? Why were they in Welsh first when not everyone speaks Welsh? Why didn’t they go as far as telling people about the danger of broken glass? (admittedly this one was an outlier on the outrage scale).

Why was this important enough to use the national alert system, despite the fact that it had been requested by the severely overworked emergency services, who are already being supplemented by the military in some areas because they are swamped. Houses have been burned. Swathes of the countryside have been razed. People have been made homeless. We are low on water, which is pretty damned important for putting the fires out.

Many people are already looking at the landscape and thinking how dry it is, and how barbecues might be a bit unwise. Others might think, as a result of the alert, that maybe they won’t have that teeny firework display tonight even if it is little Chardonnay’s first birthday because, you know, fire.

Others – like the absolute bloody idiot we were driving behind today – are still flicking their fag ends out of the truck window. Given their business phone number painted on the side was a mobile, I assume they received the alert last night like everyone else.

And that, my friends, is why we needed the warning.

Things making me happy this week:

  • Watching the eclipse with Miriam and the kids as mine weren’t interested. We are not very good with colanders.
  • 97 people of various sizes attending our family activities on Wednesday despite the heat – this week we read Rod Campbell’s Dear Zoo and made up their own prospective pets to send back. The snail who was too slimy, the penguin who was too slippery and the hedgehog who was too spiky were my favourites. Wednesdays are my favourite days
  • Ricky Gervais’s After Life which I watched in full this week. I’m not a fan of the man but this is amazing.
  • Starting the shawl I decided I needed to make last week

We’re also looking forward to a couple of slightly cooler days, if not to the rain we so desperately need. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m off to shake my fist at the clouds and do a rain dance.

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading:

The Modern Fairies – Clare Pollard

The Witch’s Stone – Kirsty Ferry

Curious Physiologies – Jay Neill

Made in Scotland – Billy Connolly

A Court of Wings and Ruin – Sarah J. Maas (Audible)

384: nomad

Regular readers (hellooo!) will recall that earlier this year I made the decision to end my relationship with the father of the Things. 22 years together meant that there’s a lot to untangle and that this would happen slowly – affordable accommodation is in short supply these days, and even more so outside London. We’re amicable, at least, and still working on the new world order with the kids as my priority. It’s not easy though.

I’m too old to consider a room in a shared house, and wherever I go there needs to be space for my small (ha!) people. I’m filling in time at the moment with a lot of housesitting while people are away on their holidays or staying up a mountain in Wales for a few days every month.

This does mean that some nights when I’m home I sleep on a blow up bed in the front room, or if A is away at his girlfriend’s I get the bed. For the last week I’ve been over at Miriam’s dog-sitting which is close enough to come home for dinner which has been good. A brought his girlfriend home for dinner a couple of evenings this week and while I was welcome to join them that just felt a bit…weird.

Since Covid I’ve been hot-desking at work as nowhere these days has enough space for people to have their ‘own’ desk like in the the old days, and I find this stressful enough – I like to be able to arrange my things in my own way, to leave my tasks for the next day ready to pick up when I get in, to have photos and things that make a space feel homey as – after all – we still spend a lot of time in our offices. There have been studies that show hot desking creates added stress at work – not knowing where you’ll be able to sit, loss of familiarity in the workplace, sensory overload if you’re near the window/door/radiator, lack of control of your environment. I usually get in very early to work so can choose where to sit, but right now my whole life feels like I’m hot-desking, with all that goes with it. Of course hotdesking can also help you get to know new people in your organisation – but we’re a tiny organisation and the people I don’t know well don’t use the offsite office.

In an ideal world I’d have a set working pattern of three consecutive office days and could work around that in terms of lodging somewhere more affordable but the sector I’m in doesn’t really lend itself to that – I do work the odd weekend and love interacting with the public on those days. So, the solution isn’t immediate but I’m working on it…until then I’ll just make like the Littlest Hobo….

Things making me happy this week:

  • Reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar and making wiggly caterpillars in the Little Owls session this week
  • Dinner with Amanda at Flat Iron on Wednesday, followed by a walk round Granary Square as we ate our ice creams
  • Random sunflower in the borage field
  • Catch-up with Miriam and Roy on their return from Scotland, including reducing their smaller daughter to hysteria with our rendition of Garth doing his Foxy Lady dance
  • Stacking up all the mini guinea pigs. It’s the little things…I think I want to make a shawl now though
  • International Cat Day – insta filled with cats

What I’ve been reading:

The Rainshadow Orphans – Naomi Ishiguro

The Woman in the Seal Skin â€“ Lauren Keegan

A Court of Mist and Fury/A Court of Wings and Ruin â€“ Sarah J. Maas (Audible)

383: weather continues…

…hot. Weather continues hot, with all that entails: men thinking it’s appropriate to go shirtless on the Underground, for example. For the avoidance of doubt, it isn’t, and no one wants to see those tattoos. The annual competition for the hottest underground line. Co-ops all over the country decorated with ‘this fridge is broken’ signs. Airconditioning units sold out. Dust and pollution replacing pollen in the noses of everyone in the city. The daily checking of BBC Weather (other apps are available) chasing the rain which is always just a few more days away. Online articles with top tips on how to beat the heat, at varying costs depending on which paper is currently clickbaiting you.

So, in the spirit of the season, here are my top tips for not going completely mad in the ongoing heatwave:

  • Lucozade Ice Kick on the train to hydrate. Two for £3 in the co-op at Farringdon (their fridges are working) bought just before you get on the train
  • Keep a stash of water bottles in your freezer. Not to drink, but to wrap in tea towels and take to bed at night.
  • Calippos. At least one a day, orange for preference but strawberry is nice too.
  • Carry an old fashioned fan and while away your horrible journey imagining you’re in Bridgerton. These are apparently very big on the fashion show front rows at the moment. This may be the only time I’ve been ahead of the trend, as I’ve had them in my handbag for years
  • Water sprays and an electric fan at night. Spray yourself, not the fan. This is important.
  • Consider alternative routes home if the tube is rammed. Think of it as an adventure. The overground lines are airconditioned.
  • Think seriously about moving to a polar region.
  • Cool showers before bed, but not cold.
  • Soak a tea towel in cold water and drape it round your neck (or over your entire body, but you’d need a bigger towel) and lie in a dark room. Science, apparently. Evaporation. Whatever.
  • Try not to touch a single other person with any part of your body.
  • Glare intensely at anyone who suggests holding meetings outside.
  • Listen to summer music and put ice in everything

Good luck!

Things making me happy this week

  • Crocheting ridiculous things – floppy cats and guinea pigs in varying sizes. Chenille yarn is so squishy.
  • Finally getting to deliver the Little Owls storytime at work – The Tiger Who Came to Tea this week – and planning next week’s activity
  • Walking through the fields with a very well-behaved Dobby, who didn’t bark at anything for a change
  • Not the local bus services
  • A solo mooch round Brentwood on Monday, trawling the charity shops
  • Helping Thing 2 apply for apprenticeships
  • Rewatching The Commitments and introducing Thing 2 to this gem, after the sad loss of Glen Hansard this week (and Sam Neill and Bill Oddie in July as well – enough, 2026, enough!). Go and watch Once if you haven’t seen it again…

What I’ve been reading

Everything Will Swallow You – Tom Cox

The Rainshadow Orphans – Naomi Ishiguro

The Woman in the Seal Skin – Lauren Keegan

A Court of Mist and Fury – Sarah J. Maas (Audible)

332: busy doing nothing

A minimalist post this week as I have spent it doing and thinking as little as possible, and quite honestly it’s been blissful.

Things making me happy this week

  • Coffee and a catch up with the girl cousin gang in Caerphilly
  • Schitt’s Creek – how have I only just discovered this?
  • New crochet project while watching the above
  • Lie-ins and lazy evenings
  • Reading and choosing not to carry on with books I’m not enjoying

Back to work on Tuesday….summer holiday activity time!

Kirsty xx

What I’ve been reading:

The Satsuma Complex – Bob Mortimer

Everything Will Swallow You – Tom Cox

331: delete, file, reply, repeat

It’s Saturday night and I’ve spent the day in the office, supporting a comics workshop in our creative studio. I like working the odd Saturday – it means I get to see some of the welcomers and volunteers who aren’t always working in the week.

Crucially, as I wasn’t in the workshops, I got to spend some time swimming in the depths of my inbox. You may remember that June was a bit of a write-off workwise and May was a tad hectic while we got ready to open. Emails were flooding in the whole time and I wasn’t able to tackle them with my usual aplomb.

A previous director, when I left the organisation, said that he’d miss me as he knew that if something got handed to me he knew it would get done quickly and efficiently. Oh, how times change…right now my inbox is in triple figures and I’m constantly worried I’m going to miss something important. People won’t get paid as i haven’t coded and forwarded their invoice. One of my tutors will send me a materials list and I won’t see it. I’ll miss a meeting. It’s stressful, and what seems to happen on a regular basis is that I’ll reply to an email and then they’ll send me another one! It’s never ending!

I’m off this week on actual leave and wanted to feel as if there wouldn’t be anything crucial waiting to bite me when I got back. The trouble with being injured but not ill as such is that you have guilt about not working, especially when it’s a busy period, so you stress out and it’s hard to give yourself space to relax* and recover even when you can only see out of one eye.

So today – no meetings – was a great chance to also wrestle the inbox into submission. I deleted, I went for the quick wins, filed the things I’d already dealt with and generally felt a lot better about the whole thing. Now how do I do this for the rest of my life?

*unlike Teddy in this week’s cover image. He has no trouble giving himself space to relax as you can see.

Other things making me happy this week:

  • Gail’s cinnamon buns
  • Cooler weather today
  • Thing 1 turning 20 – how did that happen?
  • Tiny crochet guinea pig

Next week I’ll be coming live from a mountain in Wales…

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading:

Jade City – Fonda Lee

Crazy  as a Loon/Dead as a Dodo/fFree as a Bird – Hailey Edwards

The Art of a Lie – Laura Shepherd-Robinson

A Court of Thorns and Roses – Sarah J. Maas (Audible)

330 and a half: World Cup Semi-final Bingo (En-ger-land edition)

Need something to keep you engaged in the last couple of rounds? Want an excuse to reward yourself for sitting through the entire tournament? For your entertainment and edification (but not edutainment. No.) here’s a fun game for all the family to enjoy. Your very own cut-out-n-keep semi-finals bingo game!

Get a whole line? Reward yourself with a nice cup of tea and a biscuit, though not chocolate in this heat.

Full card? Break out the prosecco. You have earned it. Maybe with a few Walkers Bangers & Mash crisps. /

330: striking Vikings, Kaneary Wharf and other World Cup stuff

This week – apart from binging Elle, the ‘prequel’ series to Legally Blonde, I have mostly been watching football. This is a worrying development and builds on the week or so I spent watching the snooker in May. I like watching snooker, it’s like ASMR but with a winner. The commentators are so calm and quiet, the click of the cue ball against whatever the other colour is is short and sharp, and the audience (you can’t really call them a crowd) get ssssshed if they get overexcited. When I confessed this in the office, it turned out there were a fair few others watching it for the same reason. Honestly, you’d think we were all a little tightly wound in May or something.

Football, especially any World Cup game involving Latin/South American teams like Mexico or Paraguay, cannot be described as relaxing under any circumstances. Horns, drums, shouting, music – and that was just outside the England team’s hotel the night before. I didn’t see this game as I was sensibly fast asleep but I’ve been assured the second half was spectacular, notably for England winning despite only having ten men, for Jordan Henderson getting a yellow card without even going on the pitch, and then for breaking his arm falling over an advertising hoarding. As I write this I’m hoping to stay up for the England vs Norway game but kick-off is after 9pm so maybe not…I did have a nap earlier and am currently quite conscious so the signs are good.

I used to go regularly to club games featuring West Ham, but the international aspects of the so-called ‘Beautiful Game’ have passed me by. I didn’t even know Wales had a football team until I went to live in England as I was brought up in a staunchly rugby watching household. The Mitchell & Webb and IT Crowd sketches embedded in this post pretty much summed me up. For some while I worked part time in a West Bromwich Albion pub in Hackney and at that point could explain the offside rule with the aid of two highball glasses and a lemon but those days are long gone.

I was also scarred somewhat on the international front by the 1996 Euros game where England lost to Germany on penalties – the one Gareth Southgate* missed, bless him – which happened to be on my birthday. The angry English people watching the game – teacher training students. in a lot of cases – turning round and screaming ‘go home’ at the foreign students was ugly, to say the least. Especially as we were at uni in Wales at the time.

This World Cup, however, is proving entertaining although probably for the wrong reasons. The involvement of the Orange Basketcase in getting Balogun-the-American player’s suspension suspended, leading the Belgian manager to say he ‘didn’t know July 5th was April 1st in America’ as well as to UEFA being all self-righteous, and to England appealing against one of their player’s bans (unsuccessfully). Ronaldo was also allowed to play in the tournament under a similar rule, despite a three-match ban with two games left to serve, but I think this may be more to do with time off for good behaviour rather than interference by the Portuguese government. Infantino, the head of FIFA, is also the idiot who invented a ‘peace prize’ to award to Mr Sore Loser. Some countries who backed his presidency are now allegedly withdrawing their support. In the bad old 70s and 80s it was violent fans bringing the game into disrepute, occasionally the players in the nineties – it’s coming to something when it’s the head of the international game.

There has also been some extremely questionable refereeing – the France vs Paraguay game being a case in point, where poor Mbappe was being harassed throughout by the opposition, people diving were rolling over three times in outrageously dramatic ways, and the ref was unable, apparently, to see any of it. France won it on a penalty, which served the Paraguayans right quite frankly.

The so-called hydration breaks (a lot of advertising and additional time for managers to talk to players) even in indoor stadiums have added a lot of time onto games – as has all the extra time and penalties which can make games last forever more than two hours and delay my bedtime. The extra round of 48 teams at the start of the tournament has provided some excitement (and a lot of extra time) with close calls caused by teams like Cape Verde and Curacao for example.

The commentators are a good mix of men, women and Roy Keane’s beard which made him look quite grandfatherly but he shaved it off midweek. I like the technical explanations from the ex-US women’s coach, a full on Essex girl who started with chalk until they let her play with the computer. Why are they broadcasting from what looks like a breakfast TV set though?

Women commentators really annoy some men which is an added bonus, especially since the women’s team have arguably brought football home much more recently and reliably than the men’s. That’s something else that gets right on my nerves – the constant banging on about 1966. I mean, good lord people – sixty years! David Baddiel’s ‘thirty years of hurt’ is now twice that and they still won’t shut up. I’m not sure what they’d do if they actually won it, of course – what would they go on about then?

Right, it’s 9.20pm and the build-up to the game is starting. I’d better find some snacks and a drink and phone the friend who explains it all to me…

Gareth Southgate being a thoroughly nice chap in a waistcoat

*I have a lot of time for Gareth Southgate, of course, and have supported him and his waistcoats through several tournaments. He strikes me as an extremely sensible chap who’s still doing a lot for young men. His empathy towards his players and his gentlemanly behaviour is much better than, for example, the coach I saw getting yellow carded by the ref in a game this week.

Things making me happy this week:

  • Seeing schools enjoying the Centre at last – they’ve been in, I haven’t, just to be clear
  • This in turn meant I got to hug Chris Bailey and congratulate him on his wedding earlier in the week
  • House sitting in Buckhurst Hill meaning I could commute on the airconditioned Weaver Line, at least until it broke
  • A Wowcher offer – a 60 minute sports massage in airconditioned splendour near Liverpool St
  • Hackney Gelato Banana Caramel and Pecan flavour ice cream
  • Plotting the Little Owls story and craft session this week. I’ll be reading Judith Kerr’s The Tiger Who Came To Tea and we’ll be making tiger masks
  • The whole Clacton by-election farce. Count Binface for the win, please.

Same time next week, by which time I think it might actually be all over.

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading

Fathomfolk/Tideborn – Eliza Chan

The Pixie in the Pickle Jar/The Ghost in the Pole Barn – Hailey Edwards

River of Light – Violet Fenn

Letters from the Last Apothecary – Bita Behzadi