Mother’s Day
Is it Mother’s Day, though, or would Mothers’ Day be more appropriate? I have all the flowers, obviously, courtesy of my lovely Offspring, and I ate all the cake, courtesy of R’s generosity and my own shameless greed. But I … Continued
A host of golden…
Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike William Wordsworth? R and I almost came to divorce over my contempt for the Great Poet before we’d even got engaged. The relationship survived the row – just – but we’ve never … Continued
