Love Insurance not included.

The swift glide of the pen over the lines as I begin to write. Today I put away the typewriter and picked up the pen; it is a real shame how dreadful my penmanship has become over the years of my sole reliance on technology. As another Valentine Day has come and gone, the search…

Hamlet.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough wins do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too short a date”.   Perfection.   It is honestly all I can say.   I did not think that I could possibly meet someone so…