'Did I chop off the cat's tail? I don't know because I don't know anything. I just woke up and I know nothing, not even who I am'
Flash fiction: Horror House challenge #5
Category: VARIOUS
Drunken duck staggers home from Pond Club
Approximately 3 billion ducks are slaughtered each year for meat worldwide.
Got the T-shirt: Covid Tiers
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Political rant: Labour’s golden moment
There is much discussion about whether to support or reject the new tier system
Backyard holidays: Portugal
Portugal isn't exactly just round the corner, but the notes I made when on holiday there in 2017 are in a drawer in my bedroom...
Flashback: This week last year
My Diary for this week last year tells me that I was…
Backyard holidays: World tour in stamps
I don't think this dusty miniature volume was Willie's philatelic pride and joy
Backyard holidays: Whitecross Street, London EC1
This was once the workplace of women known as prostitutes
Flashback: In this week last year
I accidentally sat on my reading glasses. So it became the holiday "of sticky tape and epoxy glue"
It’s what I do: teacher assistance
I help pupils write sparkling prose and cracking headlines
SoCS 19.9.20: Tion Wayne
The challenge is to use words ending in TION in a stream of consciousness. If it hadn't been for SoCS, the British rapper Tion Wayne would have passed me by. As it is, my attention has been piqued and henceforth I shall roam the land up and down, back and forth, this way and that, … Continue reading SoCS 19.9.20: Tion Wayne
News Wall: The plan is… there’s no plan
News in pictures
Backyard Holidays: Festival Gardens, St Paul’s, London
The original street plan shaped the gardens you see today
Backyard Holidays: Hoxton Street, London N1
It is an exotic place, an eccentric jumble of colour that never fails to reward
Backyard holidays: Coober Pedy, South Australia
The joy of travel without moving (very much) One of my fridge magnets...
Snapshot: The Pond, Winnall Moors, Winchester
The spectacle that greets you will live in the memory for a lifetime
Flashback: The socialite and the spy writer’s mother
Her husband ran off with Mrs Eve Fleming, mother of the James Bond author Ian Fleming
Rant: Second spike will puncture presumptions
Sympathy of poorly performing politicians is running out
Drabble: BME
What kind of love did they share? What made them strong?
Creative Community Challenge, 15.7.20
'The painting showed a tall brown tree trunk in a jungle of green'
