Both girls overdo it with the perfume; they lack subtlety. The landing just outside our bedroom is now a miasma of sweet, with Charlotte’s BF Rosie living here. When Dawn’s gone I stretch out like a starfish in bed but… Read More ›
mental health
The end of the tour
Late afternoon naps in mid spring on a Sunday. Dawn, Charlotte and me each doing the same thing in different parts of the house. You go from the dim months of winter to this over-the-top sun and it’s almost too… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 