The sunroof to the soul.☕
Thursday, 31 July 2025
Tuesday, 29 July 2025
Monday, 28 July 2025
Saturday, 26 July 2025
FIRST CUP OF TEA
Einstein, a voracious tea drinker, originally calculated E=Mmm Tea² before modifying it ever so slightly. ☕
Friday, 25 July 2025
Thursday, 24 July 2025
Wednesday, 23 July 2025
Tuesday, 22 July 2025
FIRST CUP OF TEA
The First Cup Is The Deepest - the original title of the song by tea aficionado, Cat Stevens. ☕
Monday, 21 July 2025
Sunday, 20 July 2025
AMUSE-BOUCHE
Early mizzle seems to hang in the air like an uncleared throat. My parched lawn has started showing the tiniest hints of regrowth though not enough to convince a balding man to ditch his wig. Sunday silence, the amuse-bouche before we gorge ourselves on the cacophony of the week.
Saturday, 19 July 2025
FIRST CUP OF TEA
Five...
Four...
Three...
Two...
One...
Sit down.
We have sit down for the first cup of tea. The Imagination has just left the launch pad and should dock with the orbiting Inspiration in tea minus one sip. 🚀☕
Wednesday, 16 July 2025
Tuesday, 15 July 2025
NOW
Between every tick
Between every tock
Now is all
Life just happens.
Between every tick
Between every tock
There be how
There be dragons.
Monday, 14 July 2025
STARS IN THEIR EYES
Am I the only one who takes the cup and passes it through the steam coming off of the kettle and go, "Tonight Mathew I'm going to be..."?
Thought so. ☕
Friday, 11 July 2025
ROLL UP! ROLL UP!
This early morning carries itself the same way confidence tricksters carry themselves. We know it's going to trick us into thinking the rather pleasant start won't turn into a real scorcher by this afternoon - but we have no idea how it goes about it.
Roll up! Roll up! 🌞
Thursday, 10 July 2025
Wednesday, 9 July 2025
FIRST CUP OF TEA
NOW WE SIP...
now, we sip
at the boundaries of existence
as far away as we can possibly be
from the future
or the past;
now, we sip
at the boundaries of existence
as far away as we can possibly be
from the future
or the past;
now, we sip...☕
Tuesday, 8 July 2025
Monday, 7 July 2025
Sunday, 6 July 2025
YOUNGSTERS
The second hand on my bedroom wall clock ticks its way around the clock face in crisp, staccato beats.
The hour hand, immovable it seems, turns to the minute hand and says, "Youngsters, eh? When will they ever learn?"
Wednesday, 2 July 2025
FIRST CUP OF TEA
The golden, richly decorated, illuminated first initial in the dusty manuscript of today. ☕

