Wondering Through My Own Christmas Grotto
Without stories or some kind of filters, our heads would be like the inside of my wife’s handbag …
More Daddy Fool Than Daddy Cool
Without stories or some kind of filters, our heads would be like the inside of my wife’s handbag …
You never knew how naff your declarations of strength were, did you Dad? They were never where your conviction wasContinue Reading
Ode To My Clematis Petal Dancing In The Breeze
A check-in from a fellow blogger gets me thinking, and writing
Stop all the clocks at USA 1994 … when we died and went to Ireland heaven
Bella And Lily Set The Gold Standard In Living
These strange lockdown times no longer feel strange. Maybe that’s the strangest thing of all
Maybe I should have waited for the pandemic to be over to read Bill Bryson’s A Short History Of Nearly Everything