my favourite black indian ink arrived from an art shop today- i doodled a little as i waited for the kettle to boil.
we are attempting to bread and cook calamari tonight- decadance based on our location- with fresh garlic aioli and rocket salad picked fresh from my little garden. sometimes tuesdays can be divine.
tonight i will continue my re-reading of sylvia plath's The Bell Jar- she is such a beautiful writer it gives me goosebumps.
p.s. the title comes from an old smashing pumpkins song i have stuck in my head but cannot remember the name of....