NAME THAT TUNE.

My son came and sat on the bed at 5.30 this morning. He is often prone to early-morning pondering. "I'm puzzled about something, Mum," he said. My eyes were bleary and my head was aching. We are in the midst of moth season and I had been up all night with a rolled-up newspaper and... Continue Reading →

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