Surfacing like an anxious submarine or wide awake at the press of any of my buttons – and they are many – you could say that I’m a light sleeper Murdered regularly in a hundred ways by as many assassins – you could say that I’m a light sleeper. My […]
If you’ve got an ounce of sense, you lie low in a Children’s Home, for trouble’s never far away. So I feared the worst one morning after breakfast, when I was called out into the entrance hall. I’d seen kids come back in tears from there. That time it must […]
Every year on the first Monday of September a grand fair takes up the whole of St Giles, which is the widest street in Oxford. It starts by the Randolph Hotel and the Ashmolean Museum, where one can still see King Alfred’s jewel, and by the time you reach the […]
Dad and David are keen fishermen but I am not. Sandford Lock is a walk away from the caravan and I hate it when we have to go fishing, for the preparation takes for ever and when we arrive we just sit. – The first thing to do is to […]