One of my favourite evenings of 2022 I have a new Jigsaw laid out and the conversation is flowing on the table to my right. “How big is the Caravan Ruth?” someone asks. “Oh, you’ll have to ask Graham.” Ruth then explains how big the awning is in the hope, I suppose, that this willContinue reading “Crown Green Bowling therapy”
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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”
Dear Lucy 