Lot 236
The venue was the conference room at the Palace Hotel. Regimented rows of chairs formed blocks of seating on either side of the room. A wide aisle led to a […]
Category Archives: Tittle-tattle
A door ajar (2)
“Do you think we ought to go across and see if everything is OK?” asked Joan. “There are lights on upstairs and his car is on the drive.” Bill looked […]
Mother Teresa’s muffin et al…
I photographed the face of Jesus today… Actually it was a spider but once I took a closer look on the monitor the patterns on its back were a dead […]
Important business
Ena, Mabel and May sat in the corner of the snug at the White Swan, enjoying a girls’ night out and savouring the look of gloom on the faces of […]
A sting in the tale
Mother hasn’t been the same since the incident. The general manager of the supermarket tried his best to soften the blow but being stung up the soft fruit aisle, as she bagged […]
No e**ing * key
The laptop is knackered. It all happened suddenly. The radio was on and Vanessa *eltz was standing in *or Jeremy Vine, she had just *inshed discussing the elderly being tazered […]
A door ajar (1)
Everyday for the past 18 years I’ve walked past the house on the corner of Kensington road, a small detached, unattractive house with an integral garage and a simple garden. […]
Stuff
Every drawer, cupboard, wardrobe, cabinet, box, chest and closet stuffed. Stuff; for wearing, for keeping (just in case); for the memories; for that one-time you just might need such stuff… […]
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