Posted by: ireneintheworld on: August 7, 2008
My mother spent her afternoons in the parks; every day, rain, hail or shine – only fog kept her in. Fog wasn’t good for the chest. She and her sisters met in various parks around the city and we cousins splashed, jumped and snow-ball fought to our hearts’ content; those of us too young [...]
Posted by: ireneintheworld on: July 25, 2008
Oh, to live in The Faraway Tree; it just wasn’t fair that I ended up in a pokey council flat in Glasgow. My mother was as bossy and complaining as Dame Whashalot but Carnwadric, however much fun we had there, was not a patch on The Land of Do as You Please, or The Land [...]
