It’s the noise …


... or to be more accurate, the lack of noise that's the unnerving thing. We live about 1/4 of a mile from the A1 motorway. In fact, from one of the front bedroom windows, you can see the tops of the trucks as they journey north and south. What we tend to hear during the … Continue reading It’s the noise …

Difficult day tomorrow …


The youngest goes back to his residential place tomorrow. He has been home for the weekend which he does every fortnight. He knows he is going and we think (you never can tell) that he is looking forward to it. He sits at his computer desk with his legs crossed and waits for his transport … Continue reading Difficult day tomorrow …