Rite of Passage

The house was full and loud and busy. Silence was not a quality it had inherited, but neither was she built for it; with open arms for doors, and massive rooms to lounge or lunge into, she was youthful and she stood firm. Large houses should have loud, vivacious families and oh boy! Did she … Continue reading Rite of Passage

the Cafe with Curls

Beauty is a gravitational pull – you cannot deny its existence nor resist its control, and in many cases you aren’t aware of yourself for a few moments until something drops... and you need something to drop so that time may continue.


They all say - I see - but they really don’t see. I can see that they aren’t actually looking despite their views. They all like to say - I know what you mean! or, I understand completely - Oh bugger off! Would you