• Sinful Sunday

    Too late

    It’s only 20.44, they will probably go on at 10.30ish but it is already too late, I know it is.  My son is playing at my local pub, my youngest will be there with his dad.  The audience will be made up of well-wishers and family plus some music lovers who follow this talented band of twenty-somethings that I have known and loved in so many ways for years now.  It is too late for me to go because I didn’t arrange to go with the friends I would need to bolster my courage and remind me that I am as able to go as anyone else in the room. It…