When crossing the car park is “all things.”

When crossing the car park is “all things.” It really couldn’t have been worse. It was six fifteen on a cold January morning. The drive in was uneventful but the huge puddles betrayed a night of downpours now ceased. Pulling into the car park for the first time in over four weeks was with mixed feelings, it was... Read more »
January 9, 2017


Expeditious It’s not that I particularly try to be, I just am. This trait definitely never manifested itself in my schoolwork or grades, I don’t think that I was ready to learn as a child or teenager; I found schoolwork mind numbingly boring and teachers to be harsh and strictured. The... Read more »
November 12, 2015