Tag Archives: Daughter

Avid Reader

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?”

She grunted, kept reading. Continue reading Avid Reader


Our Summer Day

My mates at the pub laughed when I told them. “With your daughters, Nigel? Are you mad?”

“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