it’s that time of year again when i wonder whose sick idea it was to make hay fever nasal spray smell like i’ve just shoved a bunch of flowers up my nose
A review of the British Museum’s not-so-functional book catalogues in ‘The Gentleman’s Magazine’, Oct 1850. An esp. amusing read for those familiar w/ museum/archive worlds.
“the gentlemen of the museum […] amuse themselves, puzzle other people, and make the nation ridiculous”
Bittersweet moments with my nan on facetime this Christmas:
“oh darling you are bonnie, look at your hair! remind me who you are?”
“i’m your granddaughter, nan”
“no you’re never! is she really? look at you! gorgeous! you’re making me feel old”