Ramblings of a widower in his 60's
My Jane and I were a great team. Although often impulsive, we always shared a common goal in what we …
It was always going to need doing – sorting out My Jane’s clothes. I had already given a …
I get up. Eventually. Coffee, then another. Time for some food…a brief moment of excitement as …
This evening My Jane almost started to be a distant memory. Too soon? Crikey – this is odd! …
I came over all cheffy again. I’d seen James Martin at the weekend cook pollock, on a …
My Jane and I had a box each that we kept cards we’d given each other: birthday, Christmas, …
An advert on TV – a purple car. A glance at the photo of My Jane and she smiled – she …
Had a few dull things to do, including a brief visit to DT’s new flat to affix a TV bracket to …
DT was moving flats today and asked me to help as his very willing and able set of friends were, …
I have been avoiding looking at any photos of My Jane so far as it was likely to be just too sad. …