Sadly, the inspiration I sought for today's narrative topic wasn't behind door number 14 on the advent calendar. That's unless I decide to muster a yarn about a red-nosed reindeer indulging in a game of table tennis - A subject path that for many reasons I've quite frankly no inclination of embarking on. Consequently, I'm... Continue Reading →
A Warm Welcome
Sunday 8th April - It was a fillip to see my brother Ian at the weekend. A Friday overnight stop at the abode in Gateshead he shares with his fiancée Ann. Divided by 100 miles of the A1, it was fairly rare quality time I shared with my sibling. As always, occasions where he raises... Continue Reading →