Multi-storey stories…

We bought our bedside tables over fifteen years ago from a wonderfully perfumed, beautifully decorated American store called Pottery Barn. Made of smooth, polished, dark wood atop black, wrought-iron legs, they fitted in perfectly with our old-fashioned, jumble sale, mix and match look. But then mine disappeared, and hasn’t been seen since. It’s there I … Continue reading

The Seed

Someone planted a seed in my brain a few months ago but I didn’t want it there so I picked it out and threw it away. But a little birdie caught it up in its yellow beak, flew high over my head and let it drop into the mulchy soil that makes up my grey … Continue reading