Demon Love, with Crackers
The blog’s been neglected, the Christmas is still stacked ramble-bamble in a corner of the kitchen and I’ve turned ‘what’s for dinner’ over to the almost fourteen-year-old. Scary?  Naw. I couldn’t be happier. In fact, I wax so effusive that my family, being the darling dears they are, has thrust this blog in front of me and suggested