My Dads got Cancer. Inoperable, terminal liver and oesophageal cancer. I’m still very much coming to terms with this fact. I’ve not cried, I’ve not got angry, I’ve not questioned the existence of a God or asked “why?”. I’ve got on with the fact that my Dads time is limited and wherever I can I’ll spend some time with him. But is not as easy as that is it? Every time I see him I’m reminded that he’s got cancer. His condition is starting to define him and my relationship with him. This ...
The Shed
Welcome to the Shed
“Write something” she said, “I’m revamping EBF and I’m going to give you your own section of the site. You write well, you’ve got stuff to say and it’ll be good to have a different perspective” So, after a fortnight of nagging, here it is, The Shed. I’m Jules, Vicky has had the pleasure of my company for the last 25 years, I’m a man of pretty simple tastes, I love my tunes, footie, fishing and family. I’m lucky enough to have two real life sheds, they are my sanctuary, my little haven ...