Jelly doughnut

21 January 2009

I am simply bursting with things to say.

And you, my dear reader, like an early customer at the local bakery, are likely to be overcome with the yeasty smell of rows and stacks of fresh and tasty good things to read.

Petits fours of my wisdom, still glistening with icing florets.

Of course, I can't quite remember what I had to say, but just the thought of it looks so lovely sitting in the display window of my ever-receding memory.