Me and nudity …

Me and nudity …  an uneasy relationship. I was confidently naked as a child. Apparently the hot summer weather saw me running around in nothing but little red wellies (protecting my toes from sharp stones and thorns). I became a prudish teenager, nobody saw much of me bare once my breasts budded and hormones wreaked

Taking Dictation

  Let me tell you a story … A long time ago I was a secretary, working in an office where people wrote memos, rather than e-mails, which were sent by internal mail. At that time I called my boss Mr Watson rather than Jim, although he used my first name. Mr Watson would call

My Father

For sb4MH, in honour of Father’s Day, this week’s prompt is all about fathers, step-fathers, father figures and grandfathers.  I never knew either of my Grandfathers, which has always made me feel something was missing. My Mother was pregnant with me when her father died, which is a very sad thought because (with hormones all