Women’s Rights
Burns’ Night or Burns Nicht is past and I wonder how many heard anything beyond Mice and Tam O’ Shanter or knew that Burns had written one or two things that might just look twenty […]
Burns’ Night or Burns Nicht is past and I wonder how many heard anything beyond Mice and Tam O’ Shanter or knew that Burns had written one or two things that might just look twenty […]
There are now two stories from the family archive on the web page. Bedsheets and Broomsticks is a Dalton tale and the new one, about Ruff is a Granny Clarke story that was originally published […]
I don’t understand all this business of not having winners at school. The only way I ever had a chance to qualify for university was being in competition with my cousin. It’s fine to talk […]
I’ve always felt it was appropriate that young Timmy Dalton played James Bond. You see, as well as having a scientist, John, a chancellor, Hugh, a rugby player and a yachtsman in the family, I […]
Having been in South Africa, which, being more recent, has place names that tell something about the place, I’ve become interested in place names all over. Oxford and Cam,bridge, I can see as Ox – […]
The book I want to write before I die is about The Giant Within all of us. It’s a calm giant, easily restrained by social convention or inhibition or even lack of self esteem. This […]
It was the bath! Eighty odd year old Annie had thought the problems over moving to the Shelter flat would be downsizing and sending her prized possessions to the Charity Shop and arranging for an […]