This is Spex. He's a relative newcomer, showing up in the autumn last year. He immediately began courting Princess Peanut. (She's Piper's sister) And we see them together at least a couple of times a week. Recently he's been sticking very close to her.

Last night I woke up to the sound of a vixen yelling. Blimey, I thought, it sounds like she's right outside the window. Because she was. Casually chomping peanuts while trilling and foghorn-loud shouting for a mate.

Fossicking about in the neglected corners of my perfume hoard: the heliotrope, honey and myrrh of Osang. On a dark January day it's the shimmering gold of mosaic underwater, and a drift of incense. (I used to tell stories about scents. Memories not notes. This perfume is full of Venice.)

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I have rarely been so hugely tempted by *any* open call fo art projects. Ever. (The Bosch parade is a wonder.)