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No one could deny the romance of the Highland Sleeper Train. Who could not love the old-fashioned carriages, the earthy and ever pleasant stewards and the rattle of the track as the train spend northwards? It did not matter whether you were in the Aberdeen or Edinburgh section of the train, when dawn broke you …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Harry was a painter. He had painter’s overalls, a van and a ladder. Harry was pretty fit and good looking but, while he had some successes with girls, his big mouth nearly always got him into trouble long before he could test his charm on female company. One barmy night in June he finished up …
It was a running joke. And then it wasn’t any more. For years Jim had commented on the possibilities of the Carper Beater. “What about it, Jules,” he would say, peering at her across the top of his thick spectacles. For years Julie had blocked him away with the straightest of bats. It all came …
Without doubt they were the most glamorous couple in the restaurant: he with his sharp blue eyes, carefully cropped hair and muscular frame, dressed in a suit of sangfroid; she with her long dark hair, flashing eyes and the simplest, most elegant red dress adorning her tanned and gluten-free body. Their conversation was animated but …
It was unrequited love. She was a large woman, and he had a thing about large women, but Lola wasn’t interested. “Don’t be silly, Phil. You’ll get over it!” No matter how hard he protested, she would not take him seriously. She was quite happy to go drinking with him, or even out to the …
Jerry believed this about himself: he would always be in debt to the powers-that-be but in credit with the opposite sex. He was indeed a good-looking fellow, and not only that, he had whiff of rakish class about him. The devil-may-care smile, the mop of unruly but not untidy hair, the loafers and the tailor-made …
Kevin was, in his own humble estimation, the local lothario; having seen off all the competition, he was always ready for the naïve, young lushes who found their way into the Dog and Duck. The only spanner in the works was his sister, Katy. She was a lot cleverer than him, and he resented that. …