Wondering

Christopher Robin

I know, I know! But let's not mention age. Or Disney. Or be cynical in any way at all. I have always, always, always loved this bear. I even have one that is bigger than the four year old (see above!) I got him when I was twenty-two; that should be a decent indicator of… Continue reading Christopher Robin

Wondering

One Golden Summer

The sun burnt away every last vestige of winter. It incinerated the bad memories of the debilitating snow. Summer was slow to arrive but when it did, its intensity endured for three whole months. People complained of the heat and humidity. 'We're not built for this' they said. 'For two weeks in Lanzarote, we can… Continue reading One Golden Summer