A Touch Across Time – love doesn’t die
My Dad died some years back. I reconnected with him yesterday… a touch across time.
My Dad died some years back. I reconnected with him yesterday… a touch across time.
What’s the point of man-flu if not to garner sympathy?
To cap it all, the pharmacist said no alcohol. The last refuge of a Scottish man-flu victim denied me.
Seems we’re as ethical and constructive as ever. Think I'll have a whisky.
How can we help each other tap into the well of human kindness and respect? Could that change the world?
Wine and words flowed, in the way of openings.
We need a good plan, or we're going to be screwed. Brexit or Bremain, we must get our act together …
Meaning well, yet stumbling blind against an abrading wall of ambition
I’ve just become an exhibitionist …
When was the last time tragedy stared you in the face? Must history repeat itself?