Ozcloggie

It was my father, via my mobile. Barely audible, telling me not to worry but he didn’t feel well.

I looked up at the security cameras, wondering what they might think up there, about this old man, meeting up with this cheerful little boy, in this empty corridor.

I’ve just come home from spending half an hour or so with Mrs Brandman.
She is still as in control, as she was then 50 years ago!

But that evening, sitting by an open fire, listening to this man’s description of the best time he’d ever had, I had a window into a different world. That was happiness?

I too, have had connections with (Dutch) royalty, as you can see.

Yesterday I found myself stopped at some roadworks, with tears flowing down my cheeks. The dam had burst.