Frangar, non flectar
I miss the innocence of being a child, No care in the world – just toys and smiles, Painting by number, and lego based builds...
I miss the innocence of being a child, No care in the world – just toys and smiles, Painting by number, and lego based builds...
My life began on the 26th October 1969. Forget that. It started properly in March that year. My birth parents, George and Sarah, met in...
As a child you’re asked what you want to be when you grow up, where you think you’ll live, what sort of person you’ll marry...
I am sitting with my three-year-old daughter, watching Disney’s “Encanto” for the seventeenth time this week.
Ravi, bird of paradise, dressed in worn out Levis, Nikes down at heel lays out his stall with passion fruit, mangoes, kumquats, purple grapes, Exotic...
The beautiful Scottish island I found myself on was quite a difference from the flat lowlands and busy town centres of the country I grew...
Tucked away in the far north eastern corner of the Adriatic Sea lies Italy’s hidden treasure Trieste, the home of my ancestors.
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Time seems to rush, slip and stream by me, Like a turbid river on a rainy day.
My ticket for survival? The Lothian buses all-day pass. Unlimited hours touring Scotland’s elegant capital for less than a fiver.
The words capture me like a big hug. They pull me in until I am fully immersed in the world and reality melts away.
I know it’s a bit of a novelty to receive a handwritten letter nowadays – even more of a novelty to write one I can...