Posts Tagged: Love

When You are Old

Tomorrow is Burns night, but for some reason this evening I turn to Yeats. I had not realised just how many of his poems permeated my childhood.  Triggering lost memories of people now gone. Happy Burns Night, whatever you do. We are

When You are Old

Tomorrow is Burns night, but for some reason this evening I turn to Yeats. I had not realised just how many of his poems permeated my childhood.  Triggering lost memories of people now gone. Happy Burns Night, whatever you do. We are

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow…

Night shift. One more to go. Life has been pants. Yes I said it. You heard me. It’s been pants. But tonight I am super excited – tomorrow I fly. Short and sweet – Dubai. To see my family. It’s

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow…

Night shift. One more to go. Life has been pants. Yes I said it. You heard me. It’s been pants. But tonight I am super excited – tomorrow I fly. Short and sweet – Dubai. To see my family. It’s

My Grandmother’s Words

My grandmother used to always say, ‘Don’t go eating here and there before you travel’.  In fact, she used to stand on the veranda stamping her feet and tell me the devil would curse me to highlight her annoyance.  (She

My Grandmother’s Words

My grandmother used to always say, ‘Don’t go eating here and there before you travel’.  In fact, she used to stand on the veranda stamping her feet and tell me the devil would curse me to highlight her annoyance.  (She

A Letter To My 18 Year Old Self

It’s the 1st of March.  I’ve survived (I would say massively indulged) in yet another birthday month.  I’m sort of sad it’s over, but it’s time to look forwards. And in doing so, I look back, 10 years older and wiser

A Letter To My 18 Year Old Self

It’s the 1st of March.  I’ve survived (I would say massively indulged) in yet another birthday month.  I’m sort of sad it’s over, but it’s time to look forwards. And in doing so, I look back, 10 years older and wiser