Over the last awful year of lockdowns, we began to realise how vulnerable we all are when it comes to…
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Back in 2018, we scratched around to find a few grand to buy an Mercedes Sprinter ex police riot van…
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We have lived in rented accommodation all our married life – all twenty years as I write this in March,…
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I have painted dog portraits for a few years now, but stopped when I found it too painful painting my…
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This is a selection of some of my creations over the years. I have always loved making boxes and anything…
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I have wanted to be a writer for many, many years but it requires a discipline and a commitment to…
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It’s been so many years in the making. God only knows when I dreamt this story – well, the bare bones of the story – but it had to be the best part of 18 years ago. I even dreamt the title of “Edwin’s Ghost”. It was one of those dreams that you remember clearly when you wake up, and so I wrote it down thinking “well, what do I know of haunted houses, children who see and speak with the departed, and 1920’s jazz?” As luck would have it, 16 years ago we moved into a pleasantly haunted house. Handy!
Read moreHaving lost four dear old dogs within a year of each other, the pain associated with that really did hold…
Read moreI’ve vented my spleen with my hairdresser this morning (she understands me!) but the need to articulate my anger at…
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