Happy Days*

Just having a little cry about how much am going to miss Seb, how am not going to see him for ages and so on.  Then all of a sudden two nice things happen: 1.  See the attached sign outside a pub.  So now am smiling about my lovely weekend instead of crying. 2.  Dave […]

Blood In The Tiber*

“If it can go wrong, it will,” Mum says.  Or maybe one of her friends does.  Brought up in the 1950s, by superstitious mothers, Mum and her chums were raised on such mantras as: “Don’t wear green: it’s bad luck,” and “don’t tempt fate,” and “you must wear an amulet to ward off the evil […]

The Dinosaur Feather*

What am I going to do, I think.  Am allergic to feathers and it is possible, even probable, that Seb has feather bedding.  All day I worry about this. “Well then you must take your own bedding in a wheely suitcase,” a friend says.  And would, if was going there and back in car.  But […]