Memories are a strange thing sometimes. Some of them we end up suppressing or hiding in the furthest recesses of our minds that it takes
Memories are a strange thing sometimes. Some of them we end up suppressing or hiding in the furthest recesses of our minds that it takes
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Nine years ago today, 2012 to be precise, I celebrated my 45th birthday surrounded by alpacas somewhere in the Deep South of Germany and grinned
Sleeplessness is a bitch and it makes me bitchy. I skipped breakfast this morning and went straight for lunch, my one and only meal for
Well so much for the Blitz Summer. True to form, it only lasted the predicted three days, during which everyone was fooled into wearing shorts,