Nine

Nine

Bridgend, South Wales. 23rd April 2022 Dear Ziggy, Today you are nine. Should be nine. Would have been nine. Tenses are hard. Another year has passed by like a gust of wind and the world seemingly spins further into chaos as the pandemic sputters on, while war creeps...
Eight

Eight

Bridgend, South Wales 23rd, April 2021 Dear Ziggy, Another trip around the sun, another year further away from you. You should be 8 today. I don’t have a picture of you in my mind anymore, I’ve tried, it simply won’t come and anything I picture feels badly drawn, a...
Run, fatboy, run.

Run, fatboy, run.

This year I will be fundraising again for SANDS in memory of my oldest boy, Ziggy, who would have been four years old on the 23rd April, 2017. I have re-opened my Just Giving page to this end and will be running in the Cardiff Bay 10k in a couple of weeks. I plan to...

Defiance

Today I submitted a short story. It probably won’t get accepted, these things generally don’t first time, but that wasn’t really the point. As 2013 draws to a close, it was one of the ways I have of flipping this awful, dreadful, f***ing furnace of a year the bird....