A Dead Good Blog

That soap. I can still remember the taste and the smell.  Green Palmolive rubbed hard in my mouth by my very angry mother. All I said was ‘b...

Christmas is taking shape. I’ve made the cake, bought some but not all gifts, made food plans and put the tree up. I loved the looks of ...

Who would ever really want to be a young teenager again? I look fondly back on those years, well, the good bits, and skip right past the emb...