Hello all,
I was tempted to post "The Unbearable Sadness", but that would have not been right. Very few, if any, things are actually "unbearable".
I have suffered (don't like that word, but it will have to do) the loss of a child, and a much loved step father, and my maternal grandparents, who brought me up until the age of 8, then had me for every school holiday. (I never knew my father, therefore never knew my paternal grandparents)
I think of all of them almost everyday, in various contexts. This may seem odd, but the sadness I feel is almost a physical sensation, like a knot somewhere in the solar plexus.
I'm mad, aren't I.
Is there a toiletry you can no longer buy and miss?
On being called Darling and Love
Robert Kenyon, Reform's candidate for Makerfield. Would you let him in your house?




