Following on from the previous post about medieval poetry and prose, today we have one about a woman bigging up her hair colour. She rather likes her appearance and dares […]
Language and good literature are like fine wine upon the lips. I cannot imagine a life without the written word. It`s the music which keeps the orchestra in my head playing on an endless loop of pleasure. Give me a book to read, and I`m as happy as a French man who has invented a pair of self removing trousers.