A Breath of Fresh Air?

One man kept backtracking as he remembered things the family might need in case of shortages – “sorry, sorry”, he kept apologising, unaware in those days of magic hand-sanitiser that his outbreath and loud ‘sorry’ could itself be a vector for spread.

The Floral Alternative

They gave me a generic poinsettia-ful Christmas centrepiece with a dirty (and elderly) carrot plonked on top. And I paid up and meekly took it home.

My Blue, Blue, Heart (Part One)

Letting Go Of The Lawn We never realised wielding a rotivator would be so heavy. We took turns, and I realised as I struggled to keep my lines following hers – this is why they have ploughing competitions; it truly is a tough skill. We had to do it twice before we got rid ofContinue reading “My Blue, Blue, Heart (Part One)”