The day before my Mum’s funeral I went and did the food shopping. A few people offered to come with me. But I had it covered. It didn’t even occur … Continue reading
When I was really small…. One of my earliest memories. An Irish traveller came to the front door. Selling chamois leathers and little bunches of heather wrapped in tin foil. … Continue reading
Do you remember your first time? I do. No. I don’t mean that first time… Tut. I don’t know. One track mind I mean the first time you realised your … Continue reading