No chatter, all platters. A sparkling blend of sound meringues and noise cutlets served on a slab of innovation with a jus of Hell Yeah.
Another batch of musical bulbs pushes forth shoots of renewal through the heavy clods of frozen earth. Some tender snowdrops, some garish daffodils and the odd hopeful crocus popping up in the lawn despite the overwhelming evidence that it will be trampled. Let’s meet one to one outside for a coffee and drink it all in.