Card play

  There was a time when I used to play quite a lot of cards. I look back and think to my self that I wasn’t a bad player, just handicapped by a paucity of funds and an anxious craving to eat at least two meals a day. But I would spend quite a lot … More Card play

It’s wet out

  It was one of those days. The sort where the wind howls, the rain blows and all a man can do is to wrap his cloak more tightly around himself and press on. I’d been working. I’d been asked to read a few poems by the wife of an innkeeper who had some hope … More It’s wet out