…fiction friday…

She was four, the first time she saw him. Her mother laughed when she asked who the strange man with the box on his back was, waiting at Mr Johnson’s gate. But her mother couldn’t see anyone, and you know what children are like with their imagination, the conversation with daddy had gone. There was no laughter though, the next […]

…September book report…

At the beginning of the year, I set myself a goal – to read 52 books this year. Surely an average of one a week wouldn’t be too onerous? But here it is, the beginning of October and I am very¬† slowly making headway on that number, with another five added to the tally this month, but still less than […]