“I’ll get you a drink, Mum” said my 9 year old lad. This being the rare occasion of an offer, I allowed the boy to make me a brew of my favourite Lancashire meets Yorkshire concoction (Manchester’s Vimto with a splash of lemonade from Huddersfield Aldi.) “And I’m going to choose you a nice mug,” […]
They Have GONE! GONE!
if I had a quid for every time I’ve had an exchange this summer with another adult which includes the phrase “They’re just too long aren’t they?” No dear punters. I don’t mean my my tanned, lithe and not-at-all-stubbly stumpy legs. I mean The School-Bloody-Holidays. I won’t bore you with tales of woe and stress […]