It could be said that the best thing about my father is my mother.

He didn’t go to the party, it called him.

When archaeologists finally broke down the last wall to King Tut’s tomb, they found his body along with over 5,000 items to ensure his safe passage to the underworld.

My mother has asked for fir tips, to weave into a Christmas wreath, and so this afternoon I gather a bucket and shears from the shed by the garden and head for the back woods.

When I was born, it was a sunny spring day.