WHAT?

NO???

he's still in bed.

aren't you just a sorry sight... oh alright. stay in bed then.

you're quite silly.

i'll bring some water and something to eat for you. then, i'll see what magic i can work.

been sat massaging his scalp, hoping it will ease him.

The Evening Angel, 1848 - oil on canvas. — Alexandre Cabanel (French, 1823-1889)

i heard writing and came running!

i'm always looking for more books. 💕

it's always a good idea to have one going, broadens your horizons! also, lovely if you're looking for inspiration for writing.

what is it you write?

poetry!! i love poetry, what sort do you write?

oh, just dabbled really. nothing i would ever show!! but, i have quite the collection of rare books, so you would say i'm something of a fan. love a bit of poetry.

oh- loooooads. i've got a whole shop of them! it's closed though. BUT, loads of first editions, books you just can't get anymore, centuries old.

a delightful cast today.

“The eyes chico, they never lie”