Tag Archives: Fishing

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

Hidden Moments

You never know what you are going to find in someone’s junk drawer, I guess. Dad had misplaced his reading glasses—as an avid reader, this was a major catastrophe for him— and so I had come over to help search his apartment. It wasn’t a big place, so I figured it couldn’t take all that long. Continue reading Hidden Moments