by Neil | Apr 23, 2017 | Diary, Grief
Bridgend, South Wales 23rd April 2017 Dear Ziggy, Today, you should be turning four – happy birthday, cariad. We wish you were here to spend it with us. We miss you. It’s a year since we last spoke. We are still in the house we bought a few weeks before your...
by Neil | Apr 22, 2017 | Grief, Writing
Someone, I think it was Stephen King, once said their muse was a basement guy. Mine’s different, as it should be, preferring the high, quiet, places. The idea lodged in my head years ago, proving a handy analogue for when, for whatever reason, I have *had* to close or...
