A Warm Welcome

Imagine this blog to be a curious mixture of the ages - a Victorian parlour - late Victorian, that is - walls crammed with pictures; the mantlepiece swathed in silks; silly and fairly horrendous porcelain figurines balanced precariously on every surface. At one end of the room (well away from the fireplace, of course) a wall of books, bound in sombre leather - alphabetically ordered, with the occasional flash of colour from the more modern paperbacks. There is a squashy armchair or two by the fire; a small ginger cat is curled up on the hearthrug. Please, do have a seat: the tea and crumpets will arrive shortly. Meanwhile, I entreat you to stare into the fire, put up your feet on this (rather overstuffed) footstool, and contemplate the vast array of literary musings - however mediocre - I have to offer...