No, this is not a diatribe about the south moaning about their ‘drought’ while it seems to have done nothing but rain here in the verdant north of England. It’s more to do with the way life’s hiccups seem to hit you all at one go.
It started when I arranged to meet an old friend who I haven’t for a while. The plan was to get together yesterday lunchtime and apart from not having seen each other since before Christmas, the idea had added poignancy because the pub where we meet is about to close. Read more ›››