They cringe and duck when they see me coming. Cue ominous tones… “Oh no, it’s her again.” One asserts bold, “It can’t be time again, we just did this.” And if they spy me before I zero in on [Read more...]
Cute, fluffy and grey, With a long orange bill. If I had seen the picture without a title, I wouldn't have known what it was. I'd have supposed some kind of duck, and I would have been way [Read more...]
I can feel it in my right shoulder Never the left. That tightness, that tension, The slow burn. Slowly, slowly building day after day, a fierce grip of anxiety. It always [Read more...]