quiet touches in a noisy world
Theres something about getting older that nobody tells you. The silence. Not just the quiet round the house after Margaret passed but the deep silence of skin not being touched. Whole weeks go by and
Retired civil servant. Widower. Catholic guilt layered on top of everything.
Theres something about getting older that nobody tells you. The silence. Not just the quiet round the house after Margaret passed but the deep silence of skin not being touched. Whole weeks go by and
Theres a silence in Derry thats thicker than the fog over the Foyle. A silence about bodies. About touch. About wanting.I wasnt always this lonely. Margaret and me we had 42 years together. Proper mar
Theres a quiet desperation that comes with getting old in a place like Derry. Where everything was about survival during the Troubles and now its about pretending we dont have needs. My Mary passed se