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Tie a ribbon
The Carnival Queen was late. I was pleased. Secretly you understand. Quietly hoping the residents would soon have her engrossed in conversation, dwelling longer than she might otherwise have intended....
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Back on the road
I’d a bicycle I’d named Emma, so it hadn’t seemed so untoward to christen the car Clarissa. After all, my four-wheeled friend had now become as much a companion as my two-wheeled trusty steed had been....
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Writer’s block
Difficult to say what exactly had stirred me to write once more. Scribbling of a more therapeutic nature than the last few months, for there’d been plenty of writing, but it’d all been of a largely...
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Neither Jam nor Jerusalem
Hardly the most striking of epiphanies I’d admit, but I’d woken to the stark realisation that it was now a year since I’d finally ridden back to Somerset . Just a year. I lay there pondering this for a...
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Breaking Glass
“Of their time” he’d said. A friend and colleague. I’d mentioned I’d just bought a copy of Hazel O’Connor’s “Breaking Glass” album. Felt obliged, not least because, in a random moment, I’d decided to...
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