There’s definitely something primal and satisfying about the first fire you light in your new house. So primal, obviously, that it inspired me to blog for the first time since .. um .. Independence Day (see below … )
Lots has happened in the in-between time; and I sometimes puzzle vaguely about why – having so enjoyed the blog for so many months – I just stopped when I left America. No better explanation presents itself than that I’m a lazy git. And very happy. Maybe there’s something to this “tortured artist” thing …?