Sadness is my excuse I began to write this article with the following words: “As I begin to write this piece, I am sat on a stone seat overlooking the small Cornish village of Coverack. I am feeling somewhat content as my husband plays with the dog on […]

(On account of all others are engaged in being happy) Unhappy is such a small word for something that has much significance within the plot of our life. It does not, for me, convey the full curse that being unhappy actually means. To be truly unhappy is to […]