Have you got the appetite for my stuff? Bread to cake...school refusal to ADD?

 My Grandfather was an extraordinary man, cast from his own mould, and without any visible grooves chiselled by a very hard upbringing.  He had deep humanity, humility and humour and was deeply loved by all.  He’d tell my Mum ‘put bread on the water and it will come back as cake.’  His saying where part other’s part his own.

As I write I’m sitting in Alex Gooch coffee shop on Monmouth high street.  They have lovely comfy velvet chairs up stairs  and Im able to look up at the roof tops where two jackdaws are leaning into each other.  With Valentines Day in mind they are eyeing up a chimney pot, a good spot for a new nest.  I don’t think anyone else has seen them.  Because we so rarely look up.  The grey but bright light casts the rooftop into relief and the circular patten of the terracotta ridge is like a wonderful inkline.

I mention that saying as I wonder if my blog is like bread and if I put it out there someone might read something that resonates and that would turn it into cake.  With that in mind I want to share some stuff.