I’m writing this from a hotel room in Dublin, which seems unwise as earlier I agreed with the husband that it would be a brilliant idea to go running at 7am and it is now nearly 1am. However, I have…
Sunday Poem – David Tait
I never know how to start these blog posts, not because I don’t know what to say, but I often don’t know where to begin. Should I start with what is freshest in my mind, which is what’s happened today,…
