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Barney and Emily run, shrieking through the woodland. Plimsoled feet through the dry, leafy floor. Carol sits with her Sony Walkman under the tree with the initials and dates carved into its stretched sides. Hugo talks maths puzzles with the…
Continue readingWhilst on the bus today I fell to thinking about how, where possible I like to approach bus stops facing towards the direction of travel. Where I currently live I am equidistant om two possible bus stops – give or…
Continue readingGive me the child. Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours,…
Continue readingSeeing Nellie playing under the Christmas tree skirt last night was reminiscent of 18 years ago and Bramble as a kitten playing under the Christmas tree. I found this footage recently on an old VHS tape from Christmas 1993. We…
Continue readingI’ve just heard my Gran talk! An aside to this should be that I only have one Granpa left, so to hear my Gran talk is somewhat surprising. I’m listening to my mp3 player, and this morning whilst scrolling through…
Continue reading1. Last night I didn’t really sleep all that well. My head was churning and my mind cranking with thoughts of Corncrake Way. I want that house, but at the same time I fear that its not big enough. Over…
Continue readingSo, Little Chef have called in the receivers – it’s hardly surprising really when you think about it. The truth is people don’t stop at Little Chefs any more; not like they used to. Time was, when you were off…
Continue readingToday has been one of those days when it never really seems to get light. Waking in the halflight of morning with grey fog thick around me, it never lifts, and morning blends into afternoon, and the halflight of dusk…
Continue readingToday, we gathered as a family at Amersham Crematorium to say our goodbyes to Grannie Shepherd. The coffin, before us, seemed so very small set out in front of us. To go in by, we couldn’t find a copy of…
Continue readingK. I write down her name on the back page of my notebook full of roughs. Is it possible that she likes me? What was meant earlier in the playground? In my insecurities, I jest with Simon, sitting next to…
Continue readingThe summer of 1989 – the summer I turned sixteen – was one of the last truly, long, hot summer’s I can remember. Months stretched on after months of blazing sun, roasting temperatures and blue skies. In the early days…
Continue readinga biography of me I’m fifteen and I’m sitting on the flint and brick wall outside the church, looking across the little roadway that leads to the beach. In my fingers are my pencil and rubber, and on my lap,…
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