Little Memories

Do you ever find yourself remembering really insignificant little things from many years ago, like in childhood? I struggle to remember what I was doing last Thursday, but I can remember all of the October birthday’s from my primary school class. Even as the faces of those children fade into the obscurity of my memory,…

Another Sad Christmas (with some nice bits though)

When I was really little, when I believed in Father Christmas, it was magical. There were traditions and rituals that we would go through each year on Christmas eve – my mother would take us up to bed, singing Jingle Bells and a big white paper sack that was nearly as tall as me would…

My Mum is in the Thunder

Each year, when I was a kid, there was a massive event in the park across the round from my house called the ‘St Helens Show’. It was always at the end of July and it was always amazing. There was a fair, tents filled with crafts and stalls, police dog shows, a plane doing…