
January 2022 – Lanzarote – Day 3
When I was six years old, I broke my leg. That really would be a lie about me. At six

When I was six years old, I broke my leg. That really would be a lie about me. At six

I am just a poor boy though my stories seldom told. Writing this blog has often made me think about
I read the news today – oh boy. That must be how Boris must feel today and every day. Whether

When you try your best, but you don’t succeed… This probably sums up me trying to keep the house clean

Some people call me the Space Cowboy. Actually no one has ever called me that. I’ve been called plenty of