It wasn’t the lack of sleep which disturbed Noel; insomnia had been a faithful companion since childhood, the incessant scratching however was driving him mad. For the last three nights at around four in the morning, Noel already awake and gazing into the darkness would hear noises. Scratch, scratch, scratch, claw against metal as whatever was contained within the wall made contact with the air brick by his bedroom ceiling.Read More
I recall my granny’s words the day she was taken into the hospital: “Go up there on that stool and rummage around in the top shelf of the wardrobe.”Read More
As a child, and quite a young child, I was, briefly, a leprechaun.
I cannot say I was employed as a leprechaun, as such, though I did have management and there was a certain amount of unspoken contractual obligation involved – for me at least. For instance, there was quite a rigid dress code attached to this position.Read More