The Love Room

Some time ago, my seven year old son put a sign on his bedroom door. A way to mark out his personal space, his territory and perhaps even an (albeit futile) attempt to keep his little brother out. I thought it was quite endearing really, a rite of passage in

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The Last Letter

Dear Ashlee You’d have been pleased with how your funeral went. From the exotic flowers on your angel-white coffin to the horse-drawn carriage fit for a princess, I’ve never seen a more beautiful entrance made. Your family were so strong. I honestly don’t know how your mum and Neil have

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Mini Creations: Robot’s plate

Robot was quiet. He had the majority of the craft box contents scattered around the lounge and was quite happily singing away to himself as he worked on what I imagine he considered to be the next award winning piece of artwork. After a little while Robot came to me

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