Starry, starry night

My husband decided to leave the fire service after a 22-year career. He wasn’t sure what he’d do next, so we sold our four-bedroom house in town and bought a charming two-bedroom farm house that needed a lot of work; it was “in the country.” It was on what I call a ‘serial killer’ road. You know, like Eddie Lee Norton Road. Sounds like a … Continue reading Starry, starry night