It is quite a job to put out a newspaper.
When you read this week’s paper, I will be away on a work trip that has taken me to France and Belgium.
That’s part of the job
There are some moments in life so ingrained in your memory that decades later you can still tell someone exactly where you were and what you were doing.
Time is a thief
Yesterday marked 12 years since my dad died.
Twelve years.
Sometimes that feels impossible, because grief has a strange relationship with time. A memory can make someone feel as though they were here yesterday, while the calendar quietly reminds you how many years have slipped away.