Poppy Cottage Diaries

I thought I'd better make it official.  I won't be posting on Poppy Cottage Diaries anymore.  Over the last 18 months, my regular po...

It is the scruffy looking young lad on the train that caught me again.  Lying half sleeping, sprawled across the shared table, he is wear...

Back in July of ‘17, it was difficult to avoid advertisements for Ed Sheeran’s Irish tour this summer, if you had the radio on at all. It ...

It’s Bank Holiday Monday.  It looks like it’s going to be another fabulous day.   I write this, propped up on my cosy king-sized bed, wit...

Finding Your (Rugby) Tribe My faithful blog followers may have noticed that I haven’t written anything in months. My writing rate is no...

If anyone asks me what did my father die of, I'd be tempted to say that 'he died of a Monday', borrowing one of staple family co...

I was surprised to see that it has only been twenty years since Princess Diana died.  In my mind, it was ‘long ago’, with her etched into my...