Tree Sermon

Matthew hated Sunday worship more than he hated cleaning his moss and Matthew hated cleaning his moss.

“Do a barrel roll”

It had long been a dream of Ted’s to barrel roll over the edge of Niagara Falls.

June

It had been a long winter. There was no fire. No chocolate.

Hornet’s nest

I’d only popped in for a quick coffee. She’d said not to bother, but what with everything I thought she’d be happy to see me. I’d even bought a few bits. A cute little sleep-suit, some nappies, that sort of thing. Anyway we got chatting, well I did (she seemed exhausted) and we started reminiscing about […]

Just the facts

“You can’t see them anymore because over the years they’ve mostly eroded away – like that one with the nose. There were lots more of them when I was a kid.” “David!” The way she said his name was as short and sharp as the elbow that followed. David ignored her. The kids, it seemed, […]