'That dog wanted me dead. Its eyes, I noticed, were brown.'
Category: Nonfiction
When brain injury became a way of life…
Apologies to all who have read this story before. I need to republish it occasionally to remind myself where I am now and where I came from. ‘I tried to stand, but fell back in the chair deflated, puzzled and detached…’My stroke story…
City of London – October 2020
I love this blog, and this post especially as it is my area of London
Week 41…
Seven more days disappear down the plug hole of life
Drabble: Rattle & Hum
When a Chinook loiters over Cripplegate, we all wonder...
Billy's Scrapbook 