It was just another hotel for Anthony, on the side of an ‘A’ road and not far from Boston. Not bargain-basement but not expensive; its willingness to take a single person booking for a single night on a Saturday had … [Read More]
She had a cat called Sid and a husband named James; she would introduce them as “Sid, James”. In the main only older people got the joke though. Neither Sid nor James made her laugh much anyway.
James cycled … [Read More]
Once, for a few years, long ago in another life, I worked with some indomitable ladies. I was a callow newcomer. I hope I knew enough to avoid showing even the slightest hint of any of the arrogance of youth. … [Read More]
If you’re asking me if I think knowing where loved ones are buried is important, then I’m not sure. It must depend on who you are, on how your life is turning out.
I know my parents are dead. My … [Read More]