My best friend all through my twenties and some of my thirties was called Lucy. We lived in a shared house together in a somewhat colourful neighbourhood (once described by my parents as a “slum”) in Nottingham. Many housemates passed … Continue reading
Sometimes you need a friend. And sometimes you are the friend that someone needs. Last night, I happened to be the friend someone needed. I couldn’t make a bad situation good, or even better. All I could do was provide … Continue reading
My best friend all through my twenties and some of my thirties was called Lucy. We lived in a shared house together in a somewhat colourful neighbourhood (once described by my parents as a “slum”) in Nottingham. Many housemates passed … Continue reading