This and that whilst sipping a fine malt.
It was a beautiful summer morning. Life was going about its business and noon was approaching on 31st July as I walked my mother down the quiet corridors. Suddenly she looked frail and weary and the arm I rested around her shoulder for a few strides seemed impossible comfort. She hadn’t slept for 30 hours… Continue reading August 2020
We never had pets when I was kid so I’d never counted myself an animal person, really. Animals always inflamed my Dad’s debilitating asthma so we just didn’t keep them. A few years after Fi and I got together we took in two six month old black kittens. Fi had always been a cat woman.… Continue reading The Irreplaceable Max
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