December 2017 archive

My father’s Christmas

Christmas is the time each year when I thank heaven I no longer have to spend it with my family. Christmas wasn’t a bad time of year – not once my brothers and I had grown up. It was boring.   My father prepared the turkey by stuffing the bird (a chill shivered down my […] Read more…

Nicola, the woman who stayed out in the cold

Part 1   I first met Nicola when she was living with my youngest brother in a squat in Wellingtton – a plush mansion with flock wallpaper of ruby richness and dark-stained wood. The owner was trying to get everybody out so that he could sell the property. The squatters had barricaded the door to […] Read more…