Saturday. I was taking Muriel to London for the weekend. A father daughter trip to the theater. I remembered the little girl who loved time with her daddy.
“How was school yesterday?”
“Yep, mad.” My mug thumped on the bar.
The girls had been agreeably reluctant. Mum helped push them out the door. “Get along.” Continue reading Our Summer Day
Flashlights say “Ah!” as Stuffapontafant stomps a pea. A story to make laughter fill homes, hearts and souls. Continue reading Daughter