Tag Archives: Dad

Deep Dish

(These are not the dishes in question, but these dishes are for sale on my Etsy shop.) For my fourth and final year of university I moved off campus into a flat. I was sharing with a pal I’d met … Continue reading

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The Things They Gave Me

Myopia, thick ankles, a shnozz. . . these are some of the things my parents gave me. They also gave me food, shelter, an education, and countless lifts in the car. But hey, petrol was cheap, then. I had reason, … Continue reading

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Making Bookcases with Dad

As you’ll know from previous posts, I am a bibliophile with no wish to join a 12 Step programme that’ll cure me of the addiction. Like a great many addictions, it has been passed down by my family via nature … Continue reading

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