2. After the Porch
After the Porch… Six months of gurning. Six months of face-twisting sipping as I slowly acclimatised to sugarless tea and coffee. Through embittered lips I’d send fierce thought arrows to …
From Saint to Sinner
Why is life never as straightforward as we’d think? Fortunately there’s always hope, a path forward…
1. From Saint to Sinner
February. Mid Margaret Thatcher years. Sometime during a February night when today became tomorrow and I’m out alone under a starless sky in the middle of an East Midlands village. …