It doesn’t feel like Sunday. No, wait … to be honest, every day has felt like Sunday for the past few weeks. Gary must have his eye on the clock, ready to phone his mom. Each Sunday morning, he calls Toby at the same time, 8:25, and she must look forward to that! She has … Continue reading
I can’t believe it’s Friday again. I don’t know whether this is a condition of being self-employed, as I know I’ve made this remark to you before. Or is it worse because of the “isolation”? We are doing very well here in relative seclusion. I think that because I’m not in McBride very often, hence … Continue reading
