It smelt like the memory of a six-year-old’s birthday party

Dear reader, I appear to have fallen through a wormhole last weekend, which is why I didn’t manage to post last Sunday. Either that or I was somewhat exhausted from a couple of difficult things happening, but I think I prefer the wormhole theory. Moving swiftly on, this week’s entry includes news of driving, writing and mildly terrifying cake. It’s been a tiring, but happy sort of weekend.

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