Perhaps its age that does it, but lately I’ve had this snarky “remind me why I give a shite again?” voice that pops up every once in a while. Like the other night, out for dinner with the bunch. It was your youngest Granddaughters’ 12th birthday. I had been over at Crossroad Man’s, grabbing my sunglasses I’d left and a quick chat, as I knew … Continue reading How To Be Human