Capital Up North

Only a couple of weeks or so after our Heather and I found ourselves heading that direction again. This time, however, we went further, to a different country even. For we returned to where we began—the Scottish capital of Edinburgh.

You’re another year not older today. Another year with no way to clink a glass with you, down a drink in celebration. Another year of missing this day; of missing you. Happy birthday pixie, whatever that means now x

Heather and I are going to see Dave Gorman in Edinburgh on . His Twitter Likes have been full of people talking about the giraffe joke. So, I have a prediction. There is no giraffe joke

The Clock Ticks

The seconds move on. Each minute, hour, day, year. The seconds move on and part of me does not. The days are right, the calendar come round again; it could be six years gone. The love is still the same; the ache may fade and change and become scabbed but Continue reading