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Mrs. Rattigan who lived at 14 November Street was one of Ed the Postman’s favourites. He had tea with her on Fridays. Mrs. Rattigan was in her early eighties and lived alone in a classic, but ramshackle Victorian terraced house. What broke Ed’s heart was the garden which was completely overgrown. “I can’t do it …
A soldier of Caesar’s army died in battle leaving a widow. The widow had four sons who were forced to grow up around the Roman camp while she plied her trade. Fed up with their wild ways, she decided to knock some sense into them. “Each of you will go to the lupanar[1],” she said. …
Alfred and Molly were now very much in the camp of the ancients although they liked to think of themselves as young at heart. Although they were both frail ninetysomethings, they refused to let ill health or the occasional mishap deter them from enjoying life to the full. They were on the ball, alert and …
It was the beginning of the asparagus season. The old man, as was his custom, drove to an area, not far from town, where he knew the best wild asparagus grew. There, among the drystone walls and prickly pears, the old man bumped into a lady of a certain age. Her name was Irena. “I …
When Angus went on his summer holidays, it usually took about three days before he began to pine for his home in Scotland. He loved the Mediterranean with its warm evenings, whispering pine trees and golden sands. He adored the terraces, the pink wine and the grilled fish. But it was not home. In fact, …
“Every saint has a past, every sinner a future.” Oscar Wilde “Every penitent should have a present. At Christmas and birthdays.” Maude Maude will say she’s an agnostic, and I’m a lapsed Catholic. I don’t know what that says about our upbringings. Melvin always said one should have a proper upbringing, but I never really …
The Office was in upheaval. Management had been restructuring. Peter was sorting through one of the boxes that had been mislaid in the move when he received an unexpected call from Francis. They had not spoken for a while. “Peter,” he said. “I won’t beat around the bush. We have a problem.” “A problem, Francis. …
The new headmaster started it. “The school pays a large part of this church’s running costs….” Reverend McMillan shook his head. “This is a good congregation,” he said. “You don’t want to mess them around.” “Let’s try it out,” replied the headmaster. The following Sunday the first three rows of pews had been removed to …
“That’s the reason they are called lessons. They lesson from day to day.” Lewis Carroll Mistress to Dog, Dog to Mistress. Master to Slave. Slave to Dominatrix… Diego, who else, says we conceive of our relationships in terms of lessons regarding status and action. Character is irrelevant when the idea possesses us. Madam Li has …
Pharaoh Snarfu, or Phil the Pharaoh, as he was known to his mates, was hunkered down at the back of the building site waiting for the High Priest to pass him the reefer. “That’s some shit you found this week, Dave.” “It’s from the new crop I’m growing in my field down by the Nile. …