Tag Archives: Jude Cowan Montague

Bernard’s wife is in hospital. She fell, decorating their house at Christmas, so he has to organise Easter alone, with seventy-seven bunnies. One lays eggs, another cycles across a tight-rope. He speaks over his tannoy             Is that Paul – aha … Continue reading →

here, well…I didn’t think it possible. I carried those photos around so long. And now we’re laughing, Hussein balancing himself against the van door – he needs more than his stick these days. We made it together with the old … Continue reading →