A Dead Good Blog

 As a young child I was a little housewife.   Wearing an apron to keep my dress clean, I played with the toy sink unit that I could have rea...

When my dad reached his three score years and ten he must have decided that he might not have many years left, and wrote an essay on the thi...

It took ages to pluck up the courage to tell my mother that I was being picked on and bullied by my supposed ‘best friend’. The tears came b...