Author: All The Threads

Because this story always reminds me of you. How you would listen, and by listening make things better. There was no magic iwand. Just the everyday ordinary magic of being a friend

the best pieces of furniture in my house are the armchairs. one is small and pink and deceptively comfortable; the other is massive and brown and hideous but promises plush faux-velvet squidginess from across any room. (it is also, secretly, a recliner.) each one comes from a grandfather, looted stubbornly from the ‘chuck’ pile when… Continue reading two chairs

As my Mum’s physical and mental health worsened she began to live in her dressing gown. It was bad enough that she’d had it forever (knitted by her grandmother, it was purple with random ‘animals’ on it) but now she was wearing it every time we saw her. She literally lived in it and we… Continue reading dressing gown