I’ve always been good at recognising voices; faces less so; names hopeless, but voices, they’re my thing. I close my…
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“Do you want to come wassailing at the village orchard on Saturday afternoon?” Our neighbour has his head through the…
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I really don’t know what made me take a copy of A Black Fox Running by Brian Carter off the…
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It's my inaugural visit to the local WI. I stare at the paper: Where Refined People Live All Sorts of…
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I’m sitting on the circular bed, watching Mum as she applies her make-up in the huge mirror with its halo…
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I was browsing the ‘Buy one get one half price’ books on Waterstones’ tables when the assistant picked up a…
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“Have you seen the double blank anywhere?” “The double what?” “The double blank.” “What does it look like?” “Nothing, it’s…
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Reluctant creativity After months of being embroiled in ‘the day job', a lull in deadlines has allowed my thoughts to…
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Hmm, guilty conscience, thought Hilary as she wrapped the six red carnations and gypsophila in the lime green wrapping paper…
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