I plunge into the rain armed with not one, but two, dogs. I’d already told Mr H that we were … Continue reading Still waiting …

The weather is foul, just like my mood. The wind whips the trees and sends the clouds scudding across the … Continue reading Waiting

The sky is bruised and bloody once more. I’m tired. I woke up at 3 am and knew I wasn’t … Continue reading The morning after the night before