Last Friday we gave you notebook love.
This week it’s all about the pens.
No drooling, please.
Debbie: Ahh, ‘The pen maketh the writer …’
There’s nothing quite like gripping the cold, silky length of a Parker or Mont Blanc fountain pen, allowing the words to flow and then blowing or wafting paper until the ink dries. There have been three special ones in my life over the years but alas, each has succumbed to the special place in the sky where all the lost things go. For now, my trusty pencil, sharpened down to a two inch stump must do. The flow is still there and that is what matters.