Purple Sock

Dear Lucy, I can’t find my husband. I’ve looked everywhere you can imagine. As you know, it’s not like me to lose something. I did find something whilst looking though. A purple sock. It was in a duvet cover, rammed right into the corner. After the initial excitement of finding it, it made me want to cry. SomehowContinue reading “Purple Sock”

Bell Bottom Clive

Dear Lucy,                                                                                                  A lump comes to my throat when I think of Bell Bottom Clive. A more unfortunate boy, I have never known. He was ginger, the particularly unkind kind. Bright red and wiry, kinking stiffly about his face. Ginger hair is cool now for boys thanks to Harry (Prince) and Sheeran (Ed), but itContinue reading “Bell Bottom Clive”