What a strange old time. I'm still in that period where I wake up each day and, just for a few seconds, forget what's going on. It doesn't take long for it all to come flooding back. Freya and I have been staying in (aside from a brief period of exercise each day away from… Continue reading My Weekend Photo – Featuring Social Distancing.
It was 10 o’clock in the morning but the sun had yet to fight its way through the thick, dark cloud. As I wandered the now Christmas-free flat in the dull half light I caught myself humming a rather maudlin tune. After a few seconds I realised it was 'I Guess That’s Why They Call… Continue reading Five Ways I Beat The January Blues.
Just a quick post to say merry Christmas and thank you for all your support this year. I had a minor operation to remove a (thankfully) harmless but rather large lump from my shoulder on Wednesday. That all went really well but then I got an infection in my gum, which hurts more than my… Continue reading Merry Christmas (and thank you).
“I'll always be able to count on you, won't I mummy?” Freya asked. We were sat at the dining table where she was drawing before dinner. “Of course. Always.” I answered, gently rubbing her back. She looked up from her work and smiled sweetly. What a lovely mother/daughter moment. “Not when you’re dead,” she added.… Continue reading Talking About Death With A Four-Year-Old.
After The Rain 