Our home pulses with the sound of the sons who live here, and whispers of the daughter who doesn’t. If I’m not listening to imaginary rocket reverb then my inner voice is wondering who she might have been had her other genetic material gotten a chance to manifest.
It’s hard to remember someone you never really got to know. But I do remember, I do.
On Thursday, September 5th at Fado Easton, we'll both be behind the bar helping the Pleasure Guild raise funds for NCH Hospice (and trying not to spill too many drinks!). Whether you like a little alcohol after a long day or you'd just enjoy the opportunity to laugh at us, please come if you are able!