There's a tiny black hole at the bottom of the garden - it must have just appeared there overnight. & from a safe distance I lob in votive offerings like hawthorn twigs or a Twix or Bombay mix & the like. Which it so-so silently gulps so assumably approves - yes in a strange way Dave & I have become bestist friends. Oh there's a tiny black hole at the bottom of the garden - but he's definitely expanding so now 1 ponders when will it end ? ...
a month of sundries