He gifted the broken cello to the care home he loved.

In their presence we tend to ‘coo’ and ‘awww’ and smile more.

Each time we read it, I try to focus on something different in the story...

Effectively it is a non-commercial, parody option to Christmas with all its trappings.

The shortest day and the longest night have taken place, and we are on the turn.

There is no fellow corncrake to answer its call...

I admit to keeping my Christmas lights up in the hallway all year long.

As time has gone on, our meetings on the street have become joyful affairs.

Over the course of the meal, I had the privilege of hearing parts of their stories.

Children say what they see. They lack social filters.