Tonight I find myself remembering two women. Jan, for the pumpkins we carved to show each other, no matter how far apart. And mam, for the text that came every year, a little pun for the night, “Hello Ian” 🙂
[Spooky]
Today would have been my mother’s birthday, so it seems somehow appropriate that it sees the publication of A Stroke Of The Pen, collecting the lost works of Terry Pratchett. All those birthday, and mother’s day, and Christmas presents that were the latest Pratchett book, or Discworld calendar or other Continue reading …
It would have been my mam’s birthday today. I miss her silliness and warmth and wisdom. My life has twisted and turned perhaps more (certainly more sharply) than ever before since she has been gone. I wish she had been there to guide me. I wish I could introduce Heather Continue reading …
Sometimes Always, but, perhaps, sometimes more than others I miss my Mam. Most of the time it is a dull absence but occasionally something makes me want to lift the phone to someone no longer there. Apparently today is World Penguin Day (Wayback Machine as that seems down currently). I Continue reading …
I noted his death, but somehow that doesn’t seem quite enough. I have probably read more words by Terry Pratchett than by anyone else. I can barely remember when the ever growing collection of Pratchett novels (mostly with wonderful Josh Kirby covers) didn’t fill a part of my world. Continue reading
Some very silly and very funny times at the O2 Continue reading
Tonight I find myself remembering two women. Jan, for the pumpkins we carved to show each other, no matter how far apart. And mam, for the text that came every year, a little pun for the night, “Hello Ian” 🙂
[Spooky]