My husband retired at the end of June this year. It was a difficult decision because he loved his job. He was finally working for a company that didn’t take advantage of his nature. They respected his ideas and were open to new ways of thinking. Since then we have both switched off, pretty much. … Continue reading A Necessary Wintering
When I was a child I was told I was wilful and that ‘I couldn’t be told.’ Then, as a teen, I was the rebellious one, the black sheep. When I reached adult hood I was told I was bloody-minded. My husband had no idea what he was getting himself into. His mother was not … Continue reading Rebel with a cause
Sometimes Auntie Pat would paint our nails and do our hair, that was the best. I loved the ticklish feeling as she painted the stinky nail polish carefully on each of my well-bitten nails.
