The Iris and the Cypress

In memory of our own beautiful tree and the speculation surrounding its demise, I thought I would dig out a story I wrote over two years ago for a special person. “Is it true?” She asked yesterday. Yes Habibti, it’s true😭 The Black Iris or Iris...

Father’s Day, Coal Dust

“I don’t like the other Dad” my brother would whinge as we got on one of three busses My little brother used to think we had two Dads. There was our Dad, the fella that sat at the kitchen table reading the Daily Mirror racing section sucking a short...