Idle in London

I mooched along to the British Museum on my last afternoon in the city because I had gifts to buy and thought I’d pop in. There’s no more ‘popping in’ to the museum apparently, but queuing for a long security check instead. Hope it’s just a temporary thing. Afterward the torrential downpour had slowed to…

Mudlarking

The haul included three ‘hag’ or ‘witch’ stones, a couple pottery shards and an egg stone.

50 Word Fiction: The Clown

THE CLOWN K. A. Laity It was the clown. The party had been lively enough before her arrival. She promised fun on her website, that balloon-littered vomit of Pantone tones with too many gurning gifs. But the children were weeping now and several demanded to go home. Unmitigated disaster. Not everyone could tell jokes, eh?…