It’s Saturday. It’s a family event, a routine, a ritual. Scarves of support wrapped around our necks, Scores of fans march down the street Filling the air with harmonious chants. We … Continue reading Match Day Memories
This is a more serious blog. Sometimes a little self reflection is needed to put things into prospective.
Dear Mum, 25 years ago I was just a helpless bundle of pudgy skin, unable to do anything other than cry, eat and poop. You cared for me, fed me, taught … Continue reading You Taught Me.
Mr Valentine is like Santa’s February cousin, except his visit list consisted of my house only.