It was 6.30 a.m. and nothing usually disturbed my porridge eating, apart from Weirdo who would roll onto his back for a tummy tickle. She came clattering in, rustling about in the cupboards for something less healthy than a bran muffin. It was probably a bit rich for me to feel grumpy that she’d ...
Sharing living space with Sean and needing to be thankful to him on many levels made me feel a total traitor to my parents. As ‘sleeping with the enemy’ as it got. For the first time in many years, I had a fleeting thought about going to confession. It didn’t last long. Ja...