We had to let our gardener go. We just couldn’t afford him – he kept breaking things. Like the lawnmower and the edge cutter. And the mower’s power cable. And more rakes than I have fingers… Need I go on? The point is – this weekend found me in the garden, up to my elbows […]
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Life as a Sponge…
One of the things I love most about being a writer is living life as a sponge… We absorb everything: the pitch of the irritated lady’s voice in the queue ahead.. the sad creases of disappointment around a little person’s mouth when mom say’s no! to his nagging for a sucker. The flush on the cheeks […]
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