The Past is Present, Chapter Two
Jane Goodley was fourteen miles away, sitting on the floor in what had once been an office, it was on the first floor, she remembered being dragged up the stairs, her hands and legs were [more…]
Jane Goodley was fourteen miles away, sitting on the floor in what had once been an office, it was on the first floor, she remembered being dragged up the stairs, her hands and legs were [more…]
Boxing Day was Sint Maarten, a curious, small island, half of which was Dutch, and the other half was French and called Saint Martin. But the Britannia put into Philipsburg, which was on the Dutch [more…]
My loyal reader may well remember the buildings and maintenance department, at my request, taking the big saw to the plum tree, which at the time was riddled with canker, if an attempt to encourage [more…]
This article will be a short review of quite possibly my favourite romance novel. But before we get to the soppy bits, we need to set the scene by wading through some good ol’ blood [more…]
Monday Good morning, and what a beautiful sunny morning it is. It’s nice and warm, and there is a clear blue sky, quite appropriate for my 18th birthday. Legohead is off to an immigration summit [more…]
Dave and Sally walked to their hotel, his arm was round her, they were both happy and laughing. The sound of cicadas could be heard in the undergrowth. It was now over eighteen months since [more…]
Boy, how I miss Question Time. The witty repartee, the razor-sharp cut and thrust of debate. George the Poet. The £22 billion black hole. Foodbanks, the statutory tranny, and the obese woman with the purple [more…]
The next day was not only another perfect Caribbean day, but it was Christmas Eve, and the twins knew from experience that Father Christmas arrived on board in the late afternoon. So, in the planning [more…]
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