I Write This From My Deathbed

I write this from my deathbed. Well, not quite. But, having felt rotten all week, I’ve decided to take a day off work to try and shake off this cold once and for all. Fionnuala, wonderful wife that she is, has promised to make me soup and my bedside table is crammed with liquids, tissuesContinue reading “I Write This From My Deathbed”