
Hello there, 'blogosphere'.
I come to you again in the dead of night, in the hope that the words I write here will magically become relevant to what I'm saying in my work, and I can simply copy and paste, click send and go home. No such luck, so far.
Here is a picture of a trifle I made. I don't have a profound poem to accompany it. Suffice to say, I feel strongly that the trifle represents our skin, the many layers being dug at by the spoon of life. When the spoon first takes away a scoop, the trifle begins to sag, and fall, and eventually the trifle is no more. What a powerful metaphor for the life we lead.
It also helps that the trifle tastes delicious.
Today I called in sick to work, as I was so tired I looked like an extra from a Hammer horror/similar. Not unlike this picture, but with longer hair.

I return to Newcastle on Wednesday, for Easter family fun. Although apparently it's snowing, which has upset me an inordinate amount.
I'd go as far to say that's all my news. I shall endeavour to be more interesting next time.
beijos!