When I lived on Logan Street in Denver, it was one of the happiest times of my life. It was the first time I'd ever lived on my own, in my own flat (it was after my separation and divorce). There was a wonderful cafe just down the street, a bar around the corner

, and three of my closest friends all in walking distance. Oh, and walking distance from work as well and from the yoga studio. Had such a great time there, living in this quirky 1950s apartment building, having impromptu dinner parties, a
gas cooker at long last.
DH found Logan as a name in a book as well.
Roisin we've always liked. A dear friend had wanted another child, he had only one. If he'd have another one and it had been a girl, that's what he would have called her. We loved it, so we asked if we could use it. It is Gaelic - both Scots and Irish - for 'rose'.