The ladybird was swimming desperately as I scooped it out, feeling that little rush of warmth at having rescued the tiny creature from a watery death. It wasn’t happy, but
Tag: choice
A question of choiceA question of choice
I have been thinking a lot lately…there is more than enough time for that at the moment. Not that a mind often stops. It sleeps occasionally, though even dreams may
Time for change…Time for change…
I was given a clock for Christmas, a clock framed by pictures of my grandchildren. I hung it on the wall, marvelling at how quickly life can change. I, who
Behind the times…Behind the times…
“Verily, verily, do I say unto thee, Be wary of those who write your history.” ….so wrote Stuart a little while ago. Reading it, you might be forgiven for