Inferior interiors
We have taken ownership of a Victorian property. It was a romantic notion, foolhardy in the extreme and regrettable at every turn. I have discovered that there is a very […]
We have taken ownership of a Victorian property. It was a romantic notion, foolhardy in the extreme and regrettable at every turn. I have discovered that there is a very […]
So I am sitting on the sofa, alone. Kids in bed, hubby out with an old school chum. First glass of wine of the week (I know!!) launched and ready. […]
Meet Uncle Joe. I never did, by the way. He died many many years before I was born. I recall his photograph sitting on my Nan’s sideboard. It was, in […]
I have to confess that I took my mum for granted. Don’t we all? And then she went and died. Would that we could turn back the clock. If we […]