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One of the things that she mentioned was her first memory of falling into a puddle and being hauled out again. It set me musing on my own earliest memories. I can think of several, and because we moved house two weeks after my 4th birthday I can accurately date myself as being three or even two years old at the time. Continue reading
6×6 on 12th Dec
Proudly announcing our six readers for December 12th (in no particular order):
Debbi Voisey reading ‘Heads and Tails.’
Pauline Woodhouse reading ‘Holiday From Hell.’
Harry J Tomkinson reading an excerpt from his new historical book, Treachery at Bosworth Field 1485.
June Palmer reading ‘If you believed, they put a man on the moon.’
Kenneth Kay reading ‘Did we change your life?’
Nic Hale reading ‘Leftovers’.
This is a free event! But don’t forget to bring your pennies for those wonderful books that will be on sale!
Ours is not a house where decorations are gone into in any great quantity but I do usually stretch to a tree and a few bits and bobs.
The tiny fibre-optic tree in the dining toom was simple – out of the box and plug it in.
Then came the front room – something more of a mission. But as it was a cold day and Yule is just 11 days away it seemed as good a time as any to deck the halls. I had tested both sets of tree lights a couple of days ago. Both worked so I didn’t buy any more whilst we were out shopping yesterday. This afternoon when I got them all out I tested them again.
All was well… Continue reading
Whilst shopping today in the local high st what can only be described as an ear splitting wail of sheer despair rose up above the crowd. It was a chilling sound that brought the street almost to a standstill as we all searched for the source of that heart-rending cry.
Some distance away, across the main square, a young woman was fleeing from the bank (?- may have been a shop), with a handful of papers, yelling at the top of her lungs in obvious distress. She scuttled across the square and into an alleyway between shops on the far side, but her anguish could still be heard quite plainly. This was a full scale melt-down in progress.