April, the crullest month? Not on your nelly

I always have a little think about TS Eliot’s The Wasteland at some point in April. Them’s the breaks when you’re a bit of a literature nerd, I’m afraid. For anyone else who fancies a wander through Eliot’s masterpiece as the flowers push themselves through the earth and try again for another year, here areContinue reading “April, the crullest month? Not on your nelly”