When they blow up all the satellites

I thought he was on the phone but, as I bent down to plug my laptop into the socket at his feet, discovered that he was actually just muttering to himself. He sipped his coffee while drumming his fingers on the table and casting anxious glances around the coffee shop. Realising now why this adjoining…

And now for some creativity…

My blog is supposed to be for writing because I now put my arty stuff elsewhere. However I’ve recently struggled to find things to say and have, instead, got into the mass production of cards. I’ve now got a surplus so if anyone wants to stock up for future occasions, you can buy them from…