From pole dancing in the 1970s to a suspicious email with a missing apostrophe — this week's blog is about authenticity, fake photos, and why the smallest details are always the giveaway.
I have never been good with numbers. Never. Not even a little bit. This week I've been thinking about the teacher who made sure that never mattered — and about the rather wonderful way life brought her back into mine decades later. Oh, and there's a guitar involved.
