Jan Jones

Our house feels like living inside a musical. Not necessarily in the song quality, but definitely in quantity. It’s hard to say "Hello," "You're welcome," or "We're halfway there" without someone breaking into song. And it’s not just music. Our days are packed with lines from films, adverts, and TV shows. “Coffee, coffee, boy, do I need coffee!” “Bacon is good for me!” I’m not sure it’s entirely normal (which is why I try to restrain myself in public), but it’s definitely normal in our...

Take your position. Courtesy of Jan Jones Await on your perch. There's more of my Kingdom To be seen on the earth. Stop hiding your...

I have an enemy, and he's called Shame, Courtesy of Jan Jones He walks close beside me, and he knows my name He whispers, "It's your...