About five years ago while sorting through a stack of old, official paperwork, I found a piece of paper on which my dad had written his mother’s maiden name: Agnes Hughes. That doesn’t sound so strange, until you realise that Dad was an orphan. He’d been raised in various Barnardo’s homes from the age of … More Regarding Agnes….I did it!
My father was an alcoholic, albeit a functioning one. He would come home from work on a Friday and drink a bottle of whisky. He’d drink another two bottles on Saturday and a half-bottle on Sunday. He generally wouldn’t go to bed no matter how much my mother pleaded or cajoled, preferring to stay up … More Shuggie Bain by Douglas Stuart
Sometimes I read a book that I really wish I’d written; Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine is one. Really it was down to luck that I read it at all. I switched on the radio to take my mind off paying bills and updating my budget (yes, I really am that boring), and the programme … More Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman
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