Be still my Roundsquare heart
My husband’s used to it by now. The title sequence begins, and suddenly: “Ohhh that’s niiiiiccccceeee. Look! Kev, look!”
To him, it’s just type.
To me, it’s everything.
To alumni, from alumni.
I received in the post a physical copies of the last documents I worked on for Bishop’s Stortftord College and am so pleased with how they turned out – it feels like a fitting sign off to my time as the marketing team’s in-house designer.
What adult learning taught me
I took up the guitar at the age of 39. Here’s what I’ve learnt so far.
Songs for the Bistro #02
Ventre into vastness. Songs for the ocean (and by Billy Ocean. Sorry. Not sorry.)
The Morris philosophy
“Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful”
