
Larry’s Diary, Week Sixty Seven
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, 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…]
IT PAUSES, MONDAY BEFORE EASTER, HOLY WEEK An early morning start for the whole household, Martha, Iltud, Sally, Josey, Narin and an insistent Sam, who refused to be left behind; fresh clothes, big breakfasts, [more…]
“Hi Lena, how are you?” She had been a couple of minutes late and, due to constant demands from her work tablet for her attention, hadn’t been able to prepare herself for what could be [more…]
Preface This article was first published in print nearly ten years ago now, (and under a different name) towards the end of 2008. At the time, Iraq and Afghanistan had clearly become quagmires and there [more…]
She picks up straightaway; she guesses who it is, although it’s very rare for him to call her at work. Thanks for calling back; he was going to call her anyway. How is she, has [more…]
Ten o’clock, now we’re getting somewhere. Names at first, some numbers to match, some names obviously noms-de-guerre, whatever those classifications meant if anything, allusions to imports, depots, a few account details. Hazard an educated guess: [more…]
By the time Sam got back, filthy, wet, tired and beaming from the day’s exertions, the fragile atmosphere that had pervaded the house had relaxed at least a couple of notches. Sally explained to him [more…]
It was during an English lesson during the late 1970s – English lessons were never about spelling, grammar, creative writing, etymology, poetry or literature, always, always politics – when a short term supply teacher told [more…]
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