The Cafe Cat

Time was faithfully trotting on. Time is always the same, ticking by its own tock and yet how is it that it can sometimes seem so painfully...

And so walk I did, right from autumn into winter- a kaleidoscope of colours flickering their final fancy before crumb...

And so there I was again- back to square one after a long learning interval and I wasn't quite sure where to start. I only knew that I ...

My first month at 27 was perhaps the most uncomfortable of all and also the final of my two years in Barcelona. I see it now as a fork in t...