She Loves Me…

Here today in French France, Charlotte dictated that it should be her duty to clean the bathroom.  Now before everyone gets keyboard-warrior-like with me over this and, in an attempt to amadouer* those who say a bathroom should only contain a bath, ‘it’s in the title’ etc, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah, our bathroom notContinue reading “She Loves Me…”

Good Morning…

“Good morning, it’s the undertaker here…..” Good Friday is one of those days on the calendar that conjures up memories from the past, of death, darkness and decay. With good reason, as Good Friday afternoons were usually spent as a family, sat sitting in a decaying, mouldy, dank, village church, the younger among us bemoaningContinue reading “Good Morning…”