This diary tells about me, Piereth, and my lovely son; my friends, my life and my loves and hates.
You’ll get a lot of harumphing, a lot about cooking and books, gardening and home-making. And a lot of the strange contents of my head, which may bore, amuse or disgust, depending on your temperament!
So this is my account of my bizarre travails. There’s no justification for it except – well, see if you can spot one.
