Under the Twisted Willow

Under curly branches, had our first date, Kissing, gay lanterns and staying up late, Stars a'twinkling like sparkly little "mince pies", Hand in hand we lay and watched the sun rise, Stay with me, MJ and not forgetting the  Magic, Our choice in music was somewhat tragic, You had me back then, in the palm [...]

Me without you

The washing is hanging in the garden, gently dancing in the breeze. I’ve worked hard all day, decluttering, minimising and tidying my home, my nest. Fresh towels are folded in the bathroom and each cupboard in the flat organised, with the five spice and John West tuna neatly arranged as you would expect. Letters are [...]