It’s your birthday, my dear

It’s your birthday, my dear. Your first birthday I’ve been away from you since we met. It was so long … More

My one and only

My one and only. My wife, my only friend, my only family. I miss you too much. Twenty years … More

It’s a livin’ thing. Or a dyin’ thing. See, now that I’ve got literally no next of kin I thought … More

Chorers of the World Unite or Pippins Wallies or the Boston Death Disco Right. I’ve decided what songs I want … More

Linda’s Dad was one Henry Robertson. He divorced Mary Richardson, Linda’s Mum when Linda was two years old. Strange to … More

Ach, it’s too hard, lass. It’s been 5 months now and every morning I wake up hoping it’s not true. … More

Hogmanay. So the worst year of my life is almost at an end. Fingers crossed, I won’t have long to … More

Linda loved Christmas. That came as a surprise to me, a non Christmas person. It wasn’t a thing when I … More

It was 27 years ago today…that the future Mrs H and I went on our first date. The 7th December … More

Union Canal Blues. My old childhood playground. I went for a 5 mile daunder there this week and even though … More