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Memories of Music and Melodies – Part 2

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And that one Beatles song that for me is the best is… Well, before the song, some more scene setting. This is the image in my mind that the song often returns me to. A weekday morning at some point in 1967. It must have been a school holiday as me and my brother were not at school and dad was at work. In those days we had a duffle bag full of toy cars – matchbox cars, dinky toys, all sorts of motor vehicles, all shapes and sizes and many of them scratched and with buckled wheels. Newer cars … Continue reading Memories of Music and Melodies – Part 2

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International Women’s Day – Part 3

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If there is one woman in my life who should be celebrated it is the one who has always been there for me; through thick and thin, good times and bad, happy times and sad. The woman who has loved me unconditionally my entire life. The one who took me to the school gates on day one of my educational journey, rubbed TCP on a grazed knee or two, looked after me when my appendix grumbled, and comforted me when I first encountered death – I still remember that cat fondly. This woman encouraged my reading and a general joy … Continue reading International Women’s Day – Part 3

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How I Loved

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How I loved those cosy winter evenings, with the screeching wind  slamming rain onto the living-room window. Me and my brother in pyjamas,  dressing-gowns pulled tight, snuggled into the warmth of our mum,  as she hugged us close, and heat from the glowing coals  tingled my unslippered toes. But how I hated the rolling of the closing credits of the latest Columbo mystery, knowing it was nearly time to leave the only heated room in the house. Continue reading How I Loved