I never knew my mum's mum. Sadly, she died on the 30th April 1958 at the age of just 49, when my mum was a young girl. And even though I wasn't there, I feel (and will perhaps always feel) a keen sense of pain at my mum's loss. It's a subject I've touched on…
Years ago, when I was about 8 or 9, I found myself in my mum's bedroom. I can't remember now exactly why I was there, but I imagine I was probably trying on her shoes or rummaging through her make up bag. I had a fascination at the time with her peachy pink Cutex lipstick…
About this time two years ago, we ventured down the motorway to 'just look at' some basset hound puppies that were for sale. I say 'look at' but really we already knew it was highly likely that we would end up bringing one back home with us. Our previous basset hound Oscar had passed away…
Our boy Boris is 2 years old this weekend... And yesterday, as we woke to a misty, murky morning and made breakfast, his birthday treats began with cuddles, tummy rubs and...sausages ! Later on, we ventured out for a walk along the beach, Boris as inquisitive as ever and eager to make friends with whoever…
We've discovered that our basset hound Boris is quite the poser. When he sees me approaching with my phone, instinctively he seems to know how to look photogenic. He will happily sit still for a few moments allowing his basset hound features to be photographed from the best angle. He would almost convince you he is…
Boris loves a blanket. Especially a blanket you've just put out on the lawn so you can relax for a while in the sun. Before you get a chance to sit down, Boris has taken charge of said blanket and he sits down first to strike a noble pose while he waits for you to join him. Then…
I'm referring, of course, to Boris the Basset...and not any other Boris there may have been in the news of late. People outside the UK might not know who I am referring to, in which case I mean Boris Johnson, one of the leading campaigners in the vote to exit from the EU. Anyway, back…
