Confessions of a Free Range Prolapsed Catholic

I was at teachers college. Black and white tv only. Perched on the verandah of the crowded lecture room….. “one small step…..” etc. my Dad was a newspaper editor. He managed to get some brilliant NASA photos which have resided on a shelf in the room I am sitting in since…. a long time! Dog on my lap, 38 degrees outside…. so much I have seen.

So much I am thankful for.