Slouching wearily in an uncomfortable wooden chair, Seumas Milne stared vacantly at the faded orange Formica clock on the kitchen wall. It read three thirty two. It had read three thirty two since the year [more…]
Monday It’s Monday again and I was up bright and early, but it was a bit quiet in the flat. I quickly realised that Bozzie was not to be seen and was not bouncing around [more…]
Galta was about to pour her first glass of wine of the day -it was one o’clock and, these days, her lunch tended to come in liquid form- when she noticed a young man peering [more…]
Fifteen of them stood in a line in the muddy light of the drawing room. Fifteen desolate specimens of humanity clad in grimy, beige sweatshirts and stained jogging bottoms. Fifteen of them with their hands [more…]
Monday Good Morning everyone, my usual weather report is that is dull and grey in London this morning, but not too cold. I took a quick trip out before breakfast and it was a bit [more…]
IT had been a particularly joyless summer day at Pyewacket Hall. A feverish, boiling heat had beaten down relentlessly upon its ancient, moss-flecked granite walls. Pristine lawns had been turned to yellow scrub and vivid [more…]
Monday Good Morning everyone, it’s not raining and the sun is trying to come out but it’s windy and chilly. That’s better than last week. Bozzie is still a bit grumpy but not as bad [more…]
Monday Good Morning everyone, another week and I could hear it raining when I woke up. Yesterday was awful, every time the grass got dry enough for me to walk on it poured down again. [more…]
Monday Good Morning everyone, another week of reporting stretches out in front of me. I had a good read of the papers this morning and loved the story of the Royal Navy who turned up [more…]
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