OH, MOTHER

Deep in the shrouding mists of time I search for your smiling face. Mother, tell me, where have you gone and why did you leave no trace? Who will now hold my trembling hand in the dark of the dawning night; the thunder; the rumble of terror on high and the flash of unholy light?…

THE BALLAD OF THE LOOPY HAMSTER

“You’ll be safe, I promise”, reassured his mum. “But it’s not you, Mum, who’ll end up on your bum!” A conversation they’d had almost every week but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak. “Now come along, Harry, stop messing about, go finish your homework whilst I clean up this house. The show…