From a little sister, to a big brother.

My brother is one of my heroes. Often (for comedy value) I’ve found myself telling stories of Christmas fainting episodes, crash-dummy-alert bicycle rides, handfuls of sand in my mouth, borrowed face masks and the occasional viewing of Love Actually. But today for some reason I feel like telling some other stories. So Nath, from a…

Dream bigger little girl.

I think I was about 11 years old when I told my daddy that I really wanted to have a wendy-house in the back-garden. In usual parent/child fashion we went back and forth for a while with our reasons why it was or wasn’t a good idea. I honed my negotiation skills early on and…

That’s my Grandad

11th February 1926 – 9th March 2011  Cycling down the road towards me is a man with fluorescent orange trousers, a bright blue jacket and a grey wooly hat – even though its summer. Unsurprisingly he’s known around town. As he cycles around a corner he spots a bright yellow treasure chest, full of gold…