Richard P Grant
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Tag Archives: Joshua
This song has no title
Jenny has mentioned the non-existent summer. It’s certainly been ‘variable’, with autumnal mornings and more than an inch of rain in 12 hours one day last week. I haven’t quite kept to my commitment to blog ‘about once a week … Continue reading
The Times They Are A-Changin’
Hard to believe, but 4 years ago we were in lockdown. Bit of a shit time, really, with scary NHS bears yelling at us to STAY HOME, schools shut, people being shouted at for being (gasp) outside, and all that … Continue reading
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Games Without Frontiers
My enthusiasm for sport has always surpassed my ability. Except for soccer. At school, me and John Grant would always play in defence and hope the ball never came our way. I still don’t see the point of that one. … Continue reading
Heart of Glass
Had I not been out the front of the house, watching Joshua earning some pocket money by washing the car, I’d probably have sent the milk round sales droid on his way. But I was, and we talked, and seduced … Continue reading
Days
Joshua is at that delightful age when he is yet too young to be able to reliably, unaided, clean and dress himself, yet old enough to resist getting ready to leave the house in the morning. When he was younger, … Continue reading
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
I am typing this slowly, with one hand. I do of course already have two lovely daughters, but welcoming Joshua—their half-brother—into the world wasn’t any less special. And the original Pawn, Rachel, seems equally thrilled.
