This is the first of my new style book reviews. They incorporate the #picturestellingstories tag, which you will see a lot more of now on. This is true story and account of a murdered policeman in 1876. The first picture is where it took place. At the centre of the story is the firearm that… Continue reading Who Killed Constable Cock by Angela Buckley
Despite everything this year, I have had four family members move house and two new babies have come into the family.That should be a happy time, but it's been sad. My sister in law was saying how they have spent nearly thirty years living in a large Victoria house, and moved to somewhere completely different.… Continue reading How is it for You?
On September 22nd, it is National Car Free Day to encourage motorists to give up their cars for the day. I don’t for one minute think we will see car-free roads. People have to travel to work and I can’t see them wanting to walk or cycle, or get public transport instead. However, there are… Continue reading International World Car-Free Day
By Karen J Mossman Back in in 2002 my dad was very poorly with septicaemia and was in the High Dependency Unit at Salford Royal Hospital near Manchester. I was going to visit him one day and they had glass windowed lift which only went up one floor. As I was walking toward the entrance, I could… Continue reading Ordered out of a Lift
When I was two years old, my mum fostered two boys called Norman and Paul Rhodes, When Dad got a job in the Manchester police force, we had to leave them behind with my grandparents. This is them in the gardens of the house called Woodcoate, in Oswestry, Shropshire. They were beautiful blonde haired boys… Continue reading Foster Children
The Tams - Hey Girl Don't Bother Me played on the radio this morning and it took me back to 1972 and a boy called Steve Crane. He was one of those cool guys that people looked up to and knew very little about. He was too old for me at 17. He lived three… Continue reading Songs Take You to The Past to Relive Again
by Karen J MossmanFrom my diary of 2011 Every day at lunchtime, I come home from work and take my Yorkshire terrier, Jodie, to the local park, Victoria Park, Stretford, in Manchester. There are two big fields and a few nooks and crannies to wander around. At lunchtime, I just walk around the perimeter of… Continue reading Life as a Dog Owner
Imagine that you are in conversation with someone. You are enthusiastically telling them a story when suddenly, they put their hand up and say, "Stop! Don't speak. You wait, mouth still open....?....? ....? You're gasping to tell the punch line, your heart is racing, waiting..waiting.... "Go," they say, "carry on." How rude is that? Well,… Continue reading How Rude!
The other day a blog post caughte my eye. It was about Christmas past, present and the furture. When I was a child we celebrated our Christmas as a big family. Stockings were hung at the end of the bed and in the morning there would be an apple, orange, a little toy and some… Continue reading Christmas Time
I came across this on an old blog of mine, and thought it appropriate to post for Father's Day and also National Parent's Day on 26th July. Once upon a time I had two dads, one with hard brown eyes and the other with soft ones. The dad with the hard eyes was a police… Continue reading My Two Dads