She has no soul!  Or allow me to reword…she has no ‘sole’. I looked across the room at her as she sat quietly on her stool in the corner of Social Bite’s café last week, her hands wrapped around a mug of steaming hot tea. It was her usual seat, and her usual behaviour. Unlike … Continue reading CARING SOLES


Blue shoes. Size seven loafers, if we’re to be exact. As she gifted them to me, it was with the comment that ‘her feet’ were ‘too wide’ for them, yet another hint at her low self-esteem. Later, gazing across at the nurse washing down her empty bed, and then back at those blue shoes now … Continue reading BLUE SHOES


‘Flintstones. Meet the Flintstones. They’re the modern stone age family…Yabba Dabba Doo!’ Remember it, even the remake? Good old Fred Flintstone and his family, plus his best pal, Barney Rubble? The tune is bouncing around in my head right now amongst images of these scantily clad characters in their prehistoric costumes, and a wee club … Continue reading ROARS OF A CAVEWOMAN