Rebecca

Rebecca is my name. That means I was Becky for the first thirteen years of my life. I still am to my family, or those old friends who know me through my family. I was Becky at primary school and in the first year at intermediate. When I was twelve or thirteen, my parents decided to … Continue reading Rebecca

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