If his mother hadn’t called before he was even out of bed, Gareth would have forgotten his own birthday. He usually enjoyed a good party, and even took the resulting hangover in stride, but this time around he would have preferred to ignore the date. Jack had been gone for almost a month, and apart …
Unfinished Thoughts
Musings about books, cats, writing, and the little annoyances without which life would be boring. I might also make you ditch your diet by reminiscing about my favourite recipes, which is part of my day job. Sort of.