A wedding invitation has arrived in the post. It’s from an old friend, a guy who’s been an established batchelor for as long as I can remember. It…
We are heading rapidly towards the end of the year. It’s grey, drizzly and cold. Advent is about to begin. The nights are almost as long as they’re…
It’s a Friday evening. Spring has sprung. Green shoots are piercing the ground. Parks and gardens are full to bursting with daffodils and tulips. Trees are laden with…
“Please will you pray for me?” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Of course,” I reply, not feeling convinced by the confidence in my voice. We are sitting…