Nine years on…

Meet Sarah. Sarah is a handcrafted bear originally ‘adopted’ as one apparently says in collector-bear-world – or as you and I might say, paid a mental amount of money for – by my late mother. Late by nine years today, that’d be.

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 …