Sally Bowson couldn’t settle that afternoon. Over a late lunch she had pressed both Martha and her husband about the priest-monk’s fables. They had smiled patiently, confirming them, insisting that those in Holy Orders would [more…]
Following the terrible van attack witnessed in last month’s instalment, I am pleased to inform you that the cyclists have survived and are in good health. A kink in the road at the top of [more…]
ACT 1 SCENE 4 A small Rowing Boat on the high Seas. In it are TILDA, VULPECULA, ETTY, JESSICA, and MAISIE with little VUSILLUS. TILDA and ETTY are at the Oars.
‘Henry’ switched off the news feed on his laptop. That press release put out by the PM’s office! Whatever had possessed them? He must try to find out. It was crudely transparent, wildly unnecessary, surely? [more…]
Brother Peran, as he introduced himself, was unlike any pre-conception of a monk she had ever held. He had sat her down on a leather chair in his vestry while he boiled a kettle on [more…]
A Brief History Lesson During the middle ages, as well as the Tudor and Stuart dynasties, there was a general conception that witchcraft was real. People genuinely thought that witches were up to no good, [more…]
Aw us polis lads usually jist have oor bithdae parties in the stashun cos we cannae dae f**k aw these days in public withoot some wee c**t filmin’ it aw on some f**kin phone an’ [more…]
ACT 1 SCENE 3 A Cabin on a Ship bound for the Island of Tapioca. Enter TILDA, VULPECULA, ETTY, JESSICA and MAISIE with little VUSILLUS. ETTY: ’Tis sad to see Uraemia fall [more…]
The walk was just what she needed, invigorating in the Spring sunshine among the reams of wild flowers lining the track sides and field fringes, helping to clear her head. The climate was more like [more…]
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