He had given me the very desire of my heart. And in doing so, he gave me my life’s work. So what has given me this heart for running a gospel choir and getting people to sing? I’ll tell you. I come from one of those hatchings, matchings and dispatchings families. You know the kind? It’s... Continue Reading →
I thought it was probably about time I wrote to you to tell you how I’m getting on in my new home. I live with the three humans that took me away. They all seem to have two names; there is one who has the same name as you, Mum, which is a bit of... Continue Reading →
I have grown up in an environment that has allowed me to believe in, and hope for the best from my life. I was educated to a standard that taught me to make the best of my opportunities and that dreams and ambitions are as acceptable in a woman as they are in a man.... Continue Reading →
It’s time to come clean with you all – or maybe, it’s more about being honest with myself – I am a singer of only moderate talent. Also, whilst in the general run of things I’m fairly intelligent - when I speak, I regularly make more noise than sense. And my ability to work hard... Continue Reading →
Rose was an ageing friend of the family who I never got to meet. Up until I was about ten years old, there would be presents from Rose, every Christmas, for my two sisters, my brother and myself. Nothing big, but dutifully chosen every year, reliable as rainfall. Until she died... I never saw a... Continue Reading →
Here we are in the middle of January, and I’ve had a couple of weeks to look back on some of the things that came out of 2015. There was some really exciting stuff that happened, and it looks as though there is going to be some even more exciting stuff in 2016. But sometime... Continue Reading →
The older I get, the more of a shock is the arrival of Christmas. It seems that just as I manage to get the ‘thank you‘ letters finished after last year’s onslaught, I am swept up in the throes of the festivities for the oncoming year. This year, Christmas cards have been started just hours... Continue Reading →
In January this year, I wrote about Marcus, our extremely characterful Maine Coon cat. He has given plenty of warning that his time was coming to an end, and at sixteen years old, we didn't feel that his life was being cut unreasonably short. But, when he started to lose weight, I took him for... Continue Reading →
It’s interesting to consider the number of strangers we encounter each day. On the tube or bus, in the street, at work, shopping, out and about. Fleeting glimpses, passing faces. And for each one, there is a life; highs and lows, events, crises, exam results, broken relationships. We can have no idea of what they are all living through, what personal tragedies are being endured.
A very wise friend once told me that children can put up with a huge amount of suffering as long as they are loved. I'm a mum. I get all kinds of things wrong, as lots of parents do; I shrink favourite T shirts, I inflict all kinds of vegetables which have to be... Continue Reading →
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