Malcolm's midwife: Words from the heart: Swallowed

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Swallowed

When I was a small boy, I would run round to my grandad’s coal shed, very early on spring mornings to see whether our ‘visitors’ had arrived. He would watch me and, puffing on his pipe, would tell me to be patient and that summer would soon be here. But I only believed him once the first swallow had... Sign in to see full entry.

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