The Big Day

There’s something about birthdays that can be quite depressing. But your one who said: “Growing old isn’t so bad if you consider the alternative,” was quite right. So I’m trying to be upbeat about celebrating the passing of another year. I just can’t quite get my head around being the age I am. How did that happen? My life has just whizzed along in a blur to this point. Two children, one husband, lots of cats, one dog, three houses, two hot air balloons, nine alpacas, three polytunnels, 200 poems, five novels, 70 short stories and a partridge in a … Continue reading The Big Day