It's a stinking hot Summer, and it's not yet December.
There's bushfires up north and out west. People are losing their homes and properties. It's horrible and so dry, and the weather is weird; and us city people can't do much.
Writer, poet, artist and prolific reader.... that's me.
I'm a collector of books, vinyls, coin purses and strange handbags... that's me too.
Otherwise, I love...
