Days like these

Days like today, when veins are bruised and blown from cannulations, when smile is bright and wide to hide the misery of stupid little sodding hurts that make me want to cry… Days like these I miss my mum, that’s …

Love and understanding

I listened quietly to the gentle music drifting from the two musicians on our little stage thinking, this is my Sunday morning playlist. The kind of soft, lilting melodies that wrap you in warm sunshine, sweet smelling hayfields and make …