I’ve met the guy several times, bought him a coffee and a bacon sandwich, and had a chat with him. He seems like a nice enough guy, tells me that he was in the army and pensioned out after injury, tells me that he’s made mistakes and got what he deserved, but that he’s sorted... 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.
While rummaging through old bits and pieces the other day, I bumped into this. I wrote it quite a few years ago for goodness knows what reason, and on rediscovering it, I thought I'd pass it on to you... It's all about long suffering other halves.... I have to say that after many years of... Continue Reading →
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