Glory be to God for dappled things

When growing up, our garden consisted of a hybrid combination of grass and concrete which, in the most simplistic of ways provided an all-weather pitch for me and my brothers to play football, irritating the neighbours when our ball ended up in their lettuce patch or among their roses.  Most of the time, we’d sneakContinue reading “Glory be to God for dappled things”

Entertaining Angels

Mina giggled.  She looked through the book.  It was about a boy who tells magical tales that turn out to be true. ‘Yeh, looks good,’ she said.  ‘But what’s the red sticker for?’ ‘It’s for confident readers,’ I said.  ‘It’s to do with reading age.’ ‘And what if other readers want to read it?’ ‘Mina,’Continue reading “Entertaining Angels”