I have never categorically admitted to having a bucket list. One item on that bucket list is quite complicated really. It involves mural art. I am not an artist in the professional sense of the word, although some would say a rather rigorous critic! Apart from the fact that right now I need to use... Continue Reading →
Sing!
I love singing hymns. I loving singing my heart out singing hymns. I used to have a 1966 Austin 1100 which was 22 years old when I was its custodian. The whirr of the engine and the slight vibration of the rusty floorboards were perfect for singing on the half-hour journey to work and back... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 