It was the kind of morning when my coffee was medicinal rather than recreational.
How will you know when you have found ME? Ah, that’s the easy part…
The ones who collect shells, coins, feathers, and lavendar even when it means their kids go Peter-from the-Bible on them?
The toilet in my guest loo was acting up. A trickle of clear liquid on the floor at first. Continue reading
I finally let up the espionage to take a walk along the beach. She called back at me “Lady, you dropped something”.
“Morning boy” I said, quickly shoving the shoes down the front of my onesie (hoping they land somewhere decent).
Now, as the beneficiary of a lovely Catholic convent education (With a tonn of experience of telling fibs inside the Confessional. Judge not!),
How do we accept when things come to an end? How do we know when to walk away? How Continue reading