Evening all. I’m writing this at my desk which I still haven’t polished and waxed, although all the tins and cloths are lined up along the windowsill. Outside the one lonely tree which survived our kill-everything-in-the-overgrown-garden-and-start-again blitz when we moved…
Sunday Poem – Billy Letford
Evening everybody. I am writing this at the other side of a pretty full on weekend – even for my standards, it was a little hectic. My mum and dad arrived on Friday from Leicester and I immediately dragged them…
