The Funeral My uncle passed away. He was a funny (French)man. He liked to make things, to take things apart and build them back together again. He loved dogs, and they loved him. He loved his wife, and he was the love of her life. He drank and smoked far too much, and his body eventually … More A Funeral, Family and Flu
Whether you love ’em, loathe ’em, or are not particular fussed, birthdays are inevitable, unless you’re a goner beforehand that is. My feelings towards my own have shifted significantly over the years. In the era of Poor Me From Divorced Parents it was a rubbish time, waiting desperately for my dad to call. Although, that … More Happy, Happy Birthday ME!