In January Cousin Fred, We found him in the attic dead. In February’s odd adventure Father lost his dentures. In March Fiona had a fright When coming home alone one night, Some men in a long black car Made her get in and drove her far. In April Horace
Tomorrow will see the funeral of Andy the police dog, who died on Tuesday in a tragic training accident. It will take place in the gym at the Elementary school in his home town of Vermilion, Ohio. Andy’s handler, Scott Holmes, said: “He was our only police dog, and
Evelyn found this – played in memory of a baby The morning cold and raining, dark before the dawn could come How long in twilight waiting longing for the rising sun ohoh ohoh Oh ooh You came like crashing thunder breaking through these walls of stone You came
Posted by Vale Writer and director Norah Ephron died this week. Called an artist of consolation, she is remembered for comedies like Sleepless in Seattle and When Harry Met Sally, but also wrote screenplays for the more serious Silkwood, fiction and a huge number of books, articles and blog posts. In
From Matthew Parris’ column in yesterday’s Times: “My sister … remarked lightly one evening that as men get old we turn into either lizards or toads: one or the other, there is no escape, no third option.” If you’re a man, which one are you turning into? Male
Posted by Lyra Mollington There was only one topic of conversation at our book club on Tuesday morning – apart from the book we were discussing, of course! Yes, it was the fascinating television documentary from the evening before – although we agreed that the whole
