Life at No.22, Musings, Poetry

Summer: Through Verse

It was one of those moments in the shower, you know, when that ray of enlightenment springs a surge of warmness through you, and acknowledging it wasn't the hot water.

Life at No.22, Musings, Snapshots of Tauranga

The Forged Sick Note

It's winter, the westerly and southerly winds have united to create a depth of cold that penetrates the bones of the hardiest of us

Life at No.22, Musings

The Nostalgic Tale of Fish and Chips

A week wouldn't go past without the word Fish and it's lips licking companion Chips being uttered by me or someone else I'm conversing with.