My father, born in 1920, wrote beautifully. He taught both my brother, and myself to write gorgeous cursive. Or rather, he tried to. My brother managed it and he writes beautifully too, but I could never get the hang of it! I love using a nice fountain pen, and my cursive handwriting used to be tidy, but not beautiful. These days it's more akin to a spider having escaped from an ink pot....
Daughter not allowed to know new baby’s name until she visits him
Burnham to tell schools in England to adapt teaching to local business needs- what do you think?


