• Dreams,  Family

    Dream a New Dream

    Someone once said, you are never too old to dream a new dream, and I believe them, but just not for me. Not now, anyway. It’s not like I’m eighty or anything. But it’s not age that’s the problem. And if I said I had a wonderful husband and four wonderful children and they were the problem, I think I’d sound pretty ungrateful. I’m not. But I can’t dream a new dream when I’m responsible for fanning the flame for four little dreamers and one dreamer who stole my heart fifteen years ago. Even if my heart has wrinkled a bit. Standing here in the pouring rain with sopping feet…

  • Dreams

    The Postman

    For some people, a job is just a job. Nine til five. Downing a coffee, organising, emailing, phoning, delegating, sorting, wolfing down lunch, some more emailing, downing a coffee, consulting with colleagues, discussing, downing a coffee, meeting deadlines, catching up with the boss, more emailing. And on it goes, day after day. I used to think of my job as just a job. Until one day, I delivered a special parcel to a young woman who had recently lost her husband. She ripped it open like it held the answer to everything she’d been questioning. I don’t know why a silver medal on a royal blue ribbon overwhelmed her like…

  • Dreams,  Family

    Cities Apart

    My granddaughter, Gemma, turned twenty-three last week. She’s the new art director at an advertising firm. I think that’s right. She was twenty-one when she graduated with a First. A First. I only just scraped my English O-Level. Her parents would have been so proud of her. Mary, my wife, would have as well. It’s just Gemma and me now. It has been for a while. And then the idea of London came up, and she couldn’t resist moving there. The place that has it all. That’s what she told me. She didn’t want to leave me in Bath on my own. But how could I let her turn down…

  • Dreams,  Friendship

    Unfinished Dreams

    Robert was a great man. He was a man of his word, not a man of empty promises. A role model who I looked up to so often. I never doubted he could achieve his visions, everything that he strived to accomplish. On our Sunday walks down the canal, he would tell me of his ideas for gardens. He would talk and talk and talk. His words were so full of passion that they transformed into a picture ever so quickly. I imagined his landscape designs as he spoke. We never allowed women to come between our friendship. We made sure of that after my ex-wife nearly tore us apart.…