29th May 2020

Darling Paloma, Your mother went for another scan yesterday. You’ll know this, of course, as you were rudely disturbed and grew a little bothered. But who can blame you? There you were, curled up in the warmth of your mother’s tummy, and this contraption (it’s a scanning device by the way!) was being rolled overContinue reading “29th May 2020”

21st May 2020

Darling Paloma, ‘What lies ahead? I was full of questions yesterday. Questions like as an older man, will I have the strength and calmness to be a good father? What type of world are we bringing you into, my sweet daughter? Was it always planned for you to be born during these days? A wiseContinue reading “21st May 2020”

2nd May 2020

Darling Paloma, When I woke up this morning, I promised myself that I was going to write something positive or at least try. I looked out of our bedroom window and saw how crystal clear the day was. The rain over the last few days had changed my mood. I had become somewhat subjective, andContinue reading “2nd May 2020”

8th April 2020

He was not there. The man in the tweed suit had not returned since I promised I would get him a bath plug! Stupid really because since Saturday I had been carrying the plug around with me. Last night in bed I thought of him and of the gentleman being helped into the ambulance awayContinue reading “8th April 2020”

2nd April 2020

Darling Paloma On my morning walk, I find comfort in ordinary things seen quickly, smelt quickly. Those ordinary things which before these last few weeks I did not notice. A gentle trace of coffee from the local coffee bar when a door swings open, a man sleeping contentedly on a park bench, torn paper blowingContinue reading “2nd April 2020”