Joy. Just the shape of this word sees me realise its purpose in the world! I think of song and sunshine and that bubbly feeling inside that is indescribable by any word other than itself.…
Category: For What It’s Worth
For What It’s Worth – Memory
For as long as I can remember Nan made Christmas cakes. I have a clear memory of that special cake appearing proudly on the table, sliced and presented on a glass plate after dinner. As…