Before the mice gnaw at your bottom drawer will you say/ Yes, Mog, yes Mog, Yes, Yes, Yes.

A post on love, without endorsing or condemning in any particular manner, this particular day.

I am a draper mad with love. I love you more than all the flanelette and calico, candlewick, dimity, crash and merino, tussore, cretonne, crepon, muslin, poplin, ticking and twill in the whole Cloth Hall of the world. I have come to take you away to my Emporium on the hill, where the change hums on wires. Throw away your little bedsocks and your Welsh wool knitted jacket, I will warm the sheets like an electric toaster, I will lie by your side like the Sunday roast.
-Under Milkwood, Dylan Thomas, 1954.