Leave the cake tin alone you fool…
Leave the cake tin alone you fool,Leave the last chocolate muffin for your Gran,You’ve had two buns and a biscuit,Some trifle and yoghurt, with bran.I’ll diet from tomorrow, I’ll psyche […]
Tag Archives: humour
1966
Once in a while, my thoughts drift back to what feels like simpler times. They probably were not any simpler but the experience and innocence of growing up and being […]
Iris’ eyes
Siblings Pauline, Patricia, Pam, Peter and Lance sat in silence around the kitchen table. Peter pulled at his expandable gold-coloured watch strap, twanging it gently on his wrist. Lance kept […]
Catastasis
Observing the behaviour of our two cats earlier today, I had one of those moments when I remembered when they were nothing but kittens and we were naive new cat […]
Crackpot
Ena was busy in the kitchen. Tuesday was baking day as well as wash-day and with Joyce having quinsies again, she had never stopped. To top it all, it was […]
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 […]
Tales from the biscuit tin
Two years old sat on the beach in my new pale blue cardigan, lovingly hand-knitted by my Mum in preparation for our annual holiday to Bridlington in 1958. Bucket and […]
The crossing
Tuesday 3.45pm – Barry and Mary pull into the ferry port car park with little speed. Barry stops the car and promptly searches in the boot for Mary’s comfy shoes. Mary […]
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 […]
small tales 