You would think that, after twenty years of living in Northern England, the bitter and biting cold winters would no longer affect me. Well, ordinarily they wouldn’t, but this winter was different. This winter, for the first time in two years, I am
My story starts at the beginning of last summer, when my husband Simon and I moved to a new town in Southern England, along with our two young sons, and into a newly built house on a brand new housing development.
We are both the same age, approac
I recently returned home to stay at my parent’s home during a three week holiday break from my job working in an Architectural practise. My parents’ home consists of my mum and dad, my two sisters; Paula; aged twenty, Julia; aged eighteen, and my