Forgive us our sins
‘So what do you do?’ asked my ten-year old daughter, a few months after I had joined Barnardo’s as its UK Director of Corporate Resources. She had been learning about …
Forgive us our sins Read MoreLiving In Hope – facing a different future
The further adventures of Ian and Sally
‘So what do you do?’ asked my ten-year old daughter, a few months after I had joined Barnardo’s as its UK Director of Corporate Resources. She had been learning about …
Forgive us our sins Read MoreMolly is an eccentric creature who has caused me moments of great anxiety, yet as we get to know each other, she is opening a new world of opportunity for …
Let’s talk about Molly Read MoreDuring the last seven weeks of lockdown I have, to some degree, been able to forget my disability. More particularly, I have lost the sense of separation I have grown …
Living on the edge of the set Read MoreMy mother was a storyteller. As children she would regale my sisters and me with stories of her own childhood, growing up in the East End of London before the …
The Storyteller’s Son Read More(With apologies to Gabriel Garcia Marquez for the title of this blog!) Today Sally and I celebrate our 38th wedding anniversary. Our 38th year of married life has been challenging …
Love in the Time of Virus Read MoreI am falling in love. I have had two love affairs previously but this new affair promises to be the most intense so far. My first infatuation was with a striking, …
Omeo, Omeo Read MoreThere is a big notice on the BMW garage in Bath that says ‘Get into a new Mini with the Motability Scheme’. Frankly, getting into a Mini or any other …
Bum lifts Read MoreI have an aversion to camping which stems back to my time in the Scouts. A series of flooded tents and deflating air beds combined with angular hips that press …
Surviving the storm – an allegory Read MoreThis is a tricky question. The columnist India Knight commented that she found the most frustrating thing about Christmas is the way that everyone else in her family stops being …
Disabled, or just a lazy biped? Read MoreI went to my first ‘muscle cafe’ the other day – a singular name for what was a gathering of muscular dystrophy sufferers for whom muscles are a distant memory! …
I am not alone Read More