The End
I watch your hand slip out from mine And hate that your touch lingers on my finger tips I want to grasp And I try.. But a nano-second too late. I think of… Continue reading
I watch your hand slip out from mine And hate that your touch lingers on my finger tips I want to grasp And I try.. But a nano-second too late. I think of… Continue reading
I have often wondered whether ‘who you know’ rather than ‘what you know’, helps people get on in life. Nepotism, face fits scenario, utilising your networks and calling in favours doesn’t harm when… Continue reading
I returned to the UK before Christmas, and during this trip I arranged to meet up with two friends I hadn’t seen in a very long while. We decided to have a ‘girl’s… Continue reading
Dear Autumn, RE: Where Are You This Year? I write to you with a grave concern I felt compelled to express. I am consumed with sorrow, because of your absence. May I enquire,… Continue reading