No, not the Mr. Bottom story yet. But we’ll get there in time.
There's a slight chance I took this photo because I thought someone had bought a sculpture of a speared deer... and that I only just realised it is, in fact, merely a rake leaning against a sculpture of a deer.
What? Wait, no, let me rephrase that... Why?
True Blood! True Blood! (Close enough, anyway.) Where's my Alexander Skarsgård? Somebody get me my Alexander Skarsgård.
Well, I suppose I can make do with Doc. P.S. Nice work integrating yourself into the shot, L.MiteMaster.
I may or may not have been utterly confused by the word "spasagna" until I figured out that it is lasagne made with spaghetti. Ingenious!
Oh look, more Doc. He's such an attention-hog. Attention-hog-dog. And L.MiteMaster, the Attention-Ahoy-Boy. (Just call me Hannah Seuss.)
Hannah. Writer, editor, firm believer in socks, gin, laughter, buttered toast, cheesecake, and semicolons. Currently back in Canberra after two years living in Canada; heart tingling to see what happens next.