The thought of coming home to you is tantalisingly strong. I would come home in my grey blazer, soaked to the bone from cold autumnal rain. I'd be grumpy. I'd see your head with your glasses perched on the end of your nose, your mind far away between the comfortable pages of your book. I'd … Continue reading A Memory I Wish I Had
We are getting creative, and actually, one Saturday we all got dressed up, had a 3 course meal and went to the theatre! Evee and I cannot take credit for this, the idea was all our Uncle’s.