Sometimes it really was a run – down School Road once the morning bell had gone, up School Road as you raced back with your friends.
Other times it was a walk, a scoot, a dwardle and a climb.
For those waiting to be mothers
Mother’s Day has become that day each year when I hold in my heart all those who long to be mothers and who are waiting…. Here is a poem for you. Continue reading “For those waiting to be mothers”
Library of Birmingham: The people’s playground
Look at this picture. Does it look like a library to you? No, nor me. If you’d asked, I’d have said it was a garden. Continue reading “Library of Birmingham: The people’s playground”
Arch says “thank you” – and makes me sad
There I was making all the preparations for Arch’s fifth birthday – cake (tick), presents (tick), balloons (tick), card (tick).
“Now darling,” I said. “There’s something you need to learn and it’s very important. Continue reading “Arch says “thank you” – and makes me sad”