Nannan

I am sitting on her knee, sucking my thumb with my finger hooked over my nose. With my other hand, I am playing with her enormous earlobes. We’re in her sitting room, which is cluttered with knick-knacks and lace doilies and a yellow bird in a cage in the corner called Joey. He scratches and … Continue reading Nannan

Memory

Memory is as slippery as an over-buttered kipper. Nourishing though. We’re at the midway point of the challenge, and my theme has taken on a far greater significance than it had when I first rather flippantly chose it. Memory has played tricks on me as I’ve written these posts, putting me in places at different … Continue reading Memory

James

Writing my post about Cricket for the ‘C’ post reminded me of another reason why I may have a mental block against the sport. His name was James, a mate of mine at school. He looked like a young Prince Charles, even down to the sticky out ears. He was very English, fantastic at sport, … Continue reading James