During their darkest most difficult times, when a warm hug from mum can’t make it better, I tell my children that everything happens for a reason. That even though, right here, right now, you may not know what that reason is, there will come a day when you’ll turn around and look back, and suddenly, you will know exactly why things happened the way they did. Continue reading Where Fate Intervened→
On a quiet little street, in a quiet little town, there stood a little patisserie for sale and one day, a pastry chef purchased the little patisserie.
The pastry chef who purchased the little patisserie was very pleased and loved the little patisserie he purchased and he worked very hard beating and whipping and baking and icing because the pastry chef who purchased the little patisserie wanted to earn a reputation for his little patisserie as the best patisserie ever purchased by a pastry chef.
But this not a story about the little patisserie, this is a story about the pastry chef who purchased the little patisserie and the very official looking business man who wanted to buy the absolutely most magnificent cake there has ever been. Continue reading The Pastry Chef and the Business Man→
When my mother passed away, amongst the items of jewellery my father gave me was a pair of earrings. I loved them and remembered what they meant to my mother. I cherished the idea of wearing them in my ears. A small, constant reminder of her. Continue reading My Mother’s Earring→
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