(inspired by a meme)   At Uni, we dabbled in discombobulation. We gyrated through nightclubs and sauntered past true knowledge, too dizzy to really take it in.   Later, with a boyfriend, I faffed across the Nullabor waking with a full moon in my eye or making early-morning talk with diamonted spider webs.   Out … Continue reading A Potted Memoir of Unusual Words →