I'm A Much Better Writer For Being

We Cannot Choose Where To Start And Stop. Our Stories Are The Tellers Of Us.

It Was The Month Of May And There Was Warm Sunshine Dripping Through The Holes Between The Clouds, Like The Sky Was A Broken Blue Bowl And A Child Was Trying To Keep Honey In It.

Horror In Your Country Is Something You Take A Dose Of To Remind Yourself That You Are Not Suffering From It.

At Some Point You Just Have To Turn Around And Face Your Life Head On.

My Maternal Grandmother Was In London During The Blitz. Indeed, The Man She Was Dating Before She Met My Grandfather Was Killed Beside Her In A Cinema, In 1941, When A Bomb Came Through The Roof - A Tragedy In Which She Herself Was Badly Wounded.