Dad worked like a Trojan. I mean, truly grafted - day in, day out, the weight of the world seemingly balanced on his broad shoulders. That hard toil earned him the small comfort of his evening meal in his armchair, tray on his knee, a man at peace with his own domain. He chewed methodically, … Continue reading Come Fly With Me!
Month: September 2011
Carpet Burns!
Not so very long ago - though it feels like a lifetime away, tucked somewhere between youthful folly and the first stirrings of adulthood - I committed an act of such ridiculous misjudgement that it ought to belong to those halcyon days of childhood I so fondly recount. And yet, here I am, book in … Continue reading Carpet Burns!
Soap and The Eff Word.
We’ve all heard it, haven’t we? “Wash your mouth out with soap!” - the time-honoured battle cry of scandalised mothers and exasperated schoolteachers at the merest whiff of profanity. It’s one of those sayings that practically begs to be spoken, an incantation of moral hygiene, if you will. Failing to utter it in the wake of … Continue reading Soap and The Eff Word.
Wording 