He was not Mike

Just under two weeks ago, I collected my team for a job.  As she got into the car, C asked - Have you heard about Michael?   No? Let me explain:  there are several men in the village whose names are Michael.  There are several who are "Mike" and whose names have additional monikers.  Like … Continue reading He was not Mike

Pots and a poet

Just a week ago, our village was bursting at the seams.   It was the second McGregor Poetry Festival which brings many people and amazing poets to our village - including a colleague and his wife.  She and I had worked together nearly thirty years ago and we hadn't seen each other since those days - … Continue reading Pots and a poet