Posts Tagged ‘Dad’

my mum

Because there she is

Snuggling in bed last week, my little girl and I were having a little chat while we waited for the house to heat up. It was far too cold for us. We’d sent all the boys down to turn the heating on and light the fire. We’d giggled as they pulled on hoodies and bedsocks while […] Read more…


The call

I remember three things clearly. That I had brought two bright blue jumpers in the Oasis sale that morning, I had a horrible cold, and I travelled on the train in first class. It is strange that 14 years later that it is this information that remains ingrained in my brain. Yet I can’t remember the name […] Read more…