My heart and soul will always be with this city!

A wheelie bin problem

A poem designed to jerk a tear and a smile.

Do you, Like I have a knack of always choosing the slowest queue?

If cats had their own way.

A legendary moment in literature told through the eyes of the heartbroken!

Vienna, 2am, December 26 2010

My uncle’s fighting today, the air in the living room is un-breathable. I study my nan’s antique vases, watch her tired hands rearrange flower heads. She is so happy that they are alive;