I heart you

Saturday is Laura’s birthday.  This month she has been deluging me with hearts.  I find them everywhere, usually several a day; a heart shaped piece of breakfast eggshell, a wet patch by the bath, 3 heart shaped pieces of gum on the pavement, a tiny heart shaped red leaf, a line of a dozen hearts…

Golden Rain

It is funny, whenever a well-meaning friend or acquaintance hints that I ought to let Laura’s spirit go – as if I’ve somehow got her ghost by the ankles and am holding her captive in this realm – Laura starts being all mischievous and dancing around in front of me.  When someone said it on…