Northern bird that has migrated down south. Possessing an eye for observation and a caustic tongue. Watching and commenting on the everyday ups and downs of life and its sometimes strange inhabitants. I do, by the way, include myself, my husband and my two sons when I talk about “strange inhabitants”……There’s a saying in Yorkshire…” There’s nowt as queer as folk”. Too true.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s


seeking a slower life


Just another WordPress.com site

Life as a Widower

A young widowed father opening up about living with loss


Just another WordPress.com site

Dan's Running Blog

The rambling thoughts of a London marathon virgin

The WordPress.com Blog

The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.

%d bloggers like this: