Larry was making the most of his freedom. After three hours cooped up and airborne, he relished the opportunity to stand on his own two tottering feet. My husband queued at the hire car counter; Larry wandered wherever he fancied. We took turns, his siblings and I, being his shadow. We held a hand, or […]
Dear Reader, I am struck, once again, by the rapidity with which thoughts can move and their corresponding feelings shift.
Dear Reader, My youngest son is a laundry fiend.
Dear Reader, I feel a bit of a fraud.
Dear Reader, Whilst I cooked supper for the family this evening, hundreds upon hundreds of people gathered in Bristol to unite in love and solidarity for all those lives lost and wounded in Orlando on Sunday.
Dear Reader, Whilst we were at camp, my daughter, along with a few friends, built a den in the woods. They wove sticks into walls, tied a tarp to a tree, laid a groundsheet beneath it and built a fire. Their chosen site was on a slope which you could scramble up to, then slide […]
Dear Reader, There was a sense of quiet industry around the harbourside today. A gentle hum of life ticking over.