On Sundays I would go and visit my Dad. He lived in a little basement room with few frills. His flat cap was never far away, or his cigarettes. Usually the coal fire would be lit and the football would … Continue reading →
Cookery at school didn’t always go as planned. Happy to say I cook a mean cake now.
The first time I stayed up all night to read a book. Still love the Bronte’s.
I was never the most popular girl in school. But on the hockey field I held my own.
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