The tooth of the matter
There’s little doubt that, recently, I’ve been feeling unusually glum and tetchy. I’m assuming that occasional bouts of moroseness are normal. They certainly go with the territory of being a travelling opera singer, as a conversation with any singer I’ve ever known will attest. There’s nothing like being stuck in dreary digs for a few…
On the town
Change is happening in Bradford on Avon, the small town I call home. When we moved here twenty years ago, there were two butchers, three if you include the one in the old independent supermarket, now a Co-op, at the top of town. There were also two greengrocers, two bakers, a rather dreary cheese shop…
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