Here Come the Blue Skies

The grey clouds keep rolling in and the thunder is in the distance but there is always a chink of blue sky out there, somewhere. Isn't there?


Youth Don’t Leave Me

I may well have slipped onto the slide of middle-age and am currently flying past every marker on route. This week's marker was, at first glance, something only the young do: waiting for concert tickets to go on sale to ensure purchase. Then I realised I was over 40 and my chosen concert was to…