Sand
When there’s a divider as big as the sea. When I can’t be there please believe me, that I’ll be right with you holding your hand, like the time we walked barefoot our toes deep in the sand.
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When there’s a divider as big as the sea. When I can’t be there please believe me, that I’ll be right with you holding your hand, like the time we walked barefoot our toes deep in the sand.
Read More SandThe other night as I sat in the living room with the window open to let through a breeze that never came, a sad sound drifted between the curtains. At first I thought the ice cream man, delivering frozen treats after hours was perhaps trying his best to limit the familiar tones of which ice […]
Read More The sad call of the ice cream manThe games that can’t be named (or Sports Day for grown ups) is almost here. Olympic lanes are now open on some of the stretches of roads in and around London and rush hour traffic gets just that little bit more irritating. Sports day comes with much fanfare and a lot of pomp and ceremony […]
Read More Sports Day for grown upsIn preparation for Dark Knight Rises I’m watching a few animated adventures and found myself doodling in the Paper app. This was the scratchy ramblings of my doodle finger. I’m batman. No, I’m batman.
Read More I’m batmanI’d write a post about being tired. But I’m too tired. I’d maybe moan and whinge a bit. But I’m too tired. I’d tell you about the boy that doesn’t sleep. Who shouts and calls and turns up the heat, in a house that’s already starting to creak under the stress of getting little to […]
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