In thinking about making new things, I have been thinking about old things I have made. Lots of stuff (quite luckily, in many cases) has been eaten by entropy, but some hang around, staying nicely where I put them. This is my place to put things, so I shall put some here, as I put new things

here too.

Here are some old things.

I like the random words ones a lot. We had a collection of lovely, typewritten, cut out words sent to us by a friend which gave rise to many lovely little fortuitous poems. Poems in places please me too. There shall be more poems in places.