Proud Cadet Mother

My son, Gregory, is thirteen. He desperately needed a hobby to keep him out of trouble and give him something to think about rather than locking himself in the bathroom for long periods of time of an evening. 

Remembrance Sunday

Last year I understood that Remembrance Sunday was a time to wear poppies and think about how lucky I was that both my Grandfathers made it through WWII. If I remembered.  This year it is all very different.