A short story about what my heaven is like.

….bathtime.

Memories hide away in the strangest places, who would have thought that a problem with the central heating would lead to a trip down memory lane.

The final solution?

This story is how a dachshund named Peanut views his life at bath time.

Another random poem!

A haiku…

A little town I can’t forget but almost no one else remembers.

How Londoners had to use the Public Baths to have a bath in the 1950’s,1960’s, as a lot of the working classes had no bath.

Family.