… may with no great impropriety be termed going a simpling; but with this special difference, that your field simpler never picks up a nettle for a marsh-mallow; a mistake which your tour simpler is very liable to.

Judging by the datestone in the lintel, this house was built around 1750.

As the coffee gooshes into a cup, I imagine that dysfunctional family dynamic.

By morning, the place seemed familiar in a cockroachy sort of way. Bibianna lent me a clean T-shirt to wear with my red miniskirt.