The downside of pet hygge is sometimes there has to come a farewell…

This is Sherlock. She’s my son’s guinea pig, bought as a present for him when he achieved the unprecedented event of scoring 100% on the teacher-assessed creative writing section of his A levels, almost 4 years ago. She was a little ball of fluff sitting alone in the pet shop, a quizzical look on her face and sniffing at the window, most un-guinea pig-like, because … Continue reading The downside of pet hygge is sometimes there has to come a farewell…

The Resilience of The Worker Bee

A year ago today I was at a proofreading course in York, travelling there and back by train. The route to and from York takes me through stations that are familiar to me from years of travelling on the Liverpool to Manchester railway: Rainhill, Earlstown, Eccles, and Manchester Victoria. I passed through Manchester Victoria that night on my way home at around about 7pm. The … Continue reading The Resilience of The Worker Bee