“What colour is snow?” The child had topaz coloured eyes and dimpled cheeks like punched dough. “Well,” I looked down at him, puzzled, wondering if the cold had turned his head. Building snowmen on the field with thirty nine and … Continue reading The Colour of Snow
Call me sad but I loved Latin verbs. At an all-girls school, stuffed with hormones and self-obsession (I levelled out but have recently declined again – for obvious reasons), Latin verbs were immensely comforting. Like the shipping forecast , there … Continue reading Prayer, Advent and Latin Verbs
