Notes from a life

I have many notebooks. My current favourite are large – A4 with green end papers and lined pages in between. They come from Japan. Once every few months, my step-father makes a phone call to a Japanese friend who buys them in Tokyo, wraps them up nicely and posts them to the UK. Today, I decided to send a…

A love song

In the afternoon, we lie together in bed. My son is full of cold, but he won’t sleep. His eyes are red, but he won’t let them close. ‘No,’ he says when I ask him again. So I sing to him. A song I have sung to soothe him since he was a baby. ‘All…