Michael
I make a cracking cup of tea, ruin most pancakes on the first go, and still act surprised every single time. I’ve named the spider in my bathroom Gerald, we have an understanding. I like rainy walks, second-hand bookshops, and the tiny thrill of finding a perfect pebble. I can get fiercely invested in pub quizzes despite knowing almost nothing about sport. My houseplants are thriving mostly out of pity. If you catch me in the kitchen, I’m probably dancing badly, humming nonsense, and trying to decide whether toast counts as a proper meal. I think it often does.
