Oh Lance you danced with the devil a yellow peril still yellow. Au revoir you old chancer still, congrats on your fight with (whisper) cancer. However Lance you’re still a […]

a word is just a line. Follow it round with your finger…

When the first snow came I was immersed in its beauty, And moved by its ability to stay.   Not for them the faltering grey slush of English pavements. But […]

I don’t mind if you leave watermarks at the top of my stairs for they serve as a reminder that you were once there.   And when you are truly […]