Life Under The Cloud

I’ve been distracted of late; consequently, I’d missed that last week was Mental Health Awareness Week. A turgid foe which, if Id not been so remiss, I’d have penned a piece relaying the purgatory of existing under this psychological black cloud. Bereft of new prose at this juncture, I want to mark that missed occasion…

Mally’s Bar

After a COVID induced fourteen month hiatus, I’m once again sat writing in a White Rose (WR) Centre coffee house. Most of the staffs visages have changed, but the friendly service and rejuvenating qualities of their strong coffee beans continue. In the wake of the ending of this enforced absence, my breakfast of a basic…