Daphne’s, Dylan and daft old stories.

Blogpost August 2016 As I type these words the wind is howling round Mum and Dad’s recently painted dorma-bungalow. The sky is luminous pearly grey and rain has splattered the windows. It must be August! C’est la vie for a tiny Isle in the middle of the Irish Sea. I am not complaining just stating the... Continue Reading →

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