A Going Postal Christmas Carol: Miriam’s Shack
If ye can break my covenant of the day, and my covenant of the night, and that there should not be day and night in their season; Then may also my covenant be broken with [more…]
If ye can break my covenant of the day, and my covenant of the night, and that there should not be day and night in their season; Then may also my covenant be broken with [more…]
I only knew I was cold. And aching. And had a king size headache. I’d like a good rest in Lady Bixby’s emperor sized bed. Preferably resting my head on her chest. Even if she [more…]
with acknowledgements to Louis MacNeice’s ‘Bagpipe Music’ It’s no go Jeremy, it’s no go the commies, But all we’ve got is a dodgy deal served up to us by Boris. It’s no go the EU, [more…]
Just to explain, I was more incensed than usual, just very recently, at a propaganda sheet pushed through my letterbox. It was from my local MP, I’ve not named the constituency but it is easily [more…]
Ch 41 – A walk in the moonlight. “Where are we?” I asked Gill. He was resealing his ‘passengers’ back into the thin, false container. Screwing the aluminium into place with a hand drill. I’d [more…]
Monday As usual it’s been a fairly uneventful weekend here on the Downing Street estate. I caught sight of a mouse in the garden yesterday, but it shot into the Foreign Office so I left [more…]
I heard the metal rasp of bolts being drawn back. The trailer’s large cargo door being opened and banging flat against the side of the container. Footsteps. Then the double rap of knuckles again. Gill’s [more…]
Monday It was a pretty quiet day yesterday so I was able to laze around a bit. I undertook a few patrols of the estate just to make sure that Mickey and his mates weren’t [more…]
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