To Merryworth Town!

As my ideas for the Mouse Town of St M’s have grown, so have the properties AND with another church, a village shop and a manse in varying stages of the embryonic design process, I have been happily dreaming up so many new festivals, feast days, fundraising ideas and fun for this 12th scale parish that unless …

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Me and My Shadow! Recollecting Nicole…

Twenty Four Years and Counting… Remembering the life of Nicole Brown Simpson who died on this day in 1994 at the age of 35.

Happy Ever After? That’s a Privilege Denied to Many!

Yesterday was also Nicole's birthday and if she were still with us - she would have been celebrating her 59th year... And having shared a lovely image of her on the Facebook page, I lit a candle in her memory and enjoyed a rather large slice of this delicious cake! Ever heard of the 'Hatched, Matched and Dispatched' quip?

Twenty Three Years After THAT Verdict and the Protest Continues!

This is THE post that I should  have shared yesterday but I did not on account of a lack of time, natural light and inclination! Despite the issues of time and natural light notwithstanding for as I had published six (yes, six!) stories about the anniversary of THAT Verdict by yesterday evening; the only inclination that remained was for me to crawl away into the dark night and watch a trashy movie with only a huge slice of cake for company And no, the trashy movie that I watched was NOT about the Simpson Matter!

Father AND Daughter Reflected in a Different Light?

I think the thing which has most troubled me about the death of my father, is that I have been left feeling so troubled by it as I had always imagined I would be indifferent to any news of him but how else to explain my sense of rage as if he has slammed the door in my face for the final time or that profound sadness about the beautiful and charming grandson he barely knew. Or the black void in which all of my questions about my relationship with him have tumbled into and which are now swirling around like confetti, to be forever unanswered and I have to find my way through the ‘If only’ and What if’ on my own...