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Ode to a Playground 28/1

As a navy brat, born 25 years after the end of WW2, my playground consisted of gun emplacements, pillboxes,  mysteriously short narrow guage tracks which petered into undergrowth; large swaiths of concrete and other debris  that littered the south coast. I remember vividly one weekend, there was a cycling race, and we were at a […]

The Best Thing Since Sliced Bread 27/01

For my cats, my cardigan is the best thing since sliced bread. It provides comfort from the harshness of the sofa, a place to rest a nose and forget the troubles of a busy life. For me, the camera in my phone  is the best thing since sliced bread, for allowing me instant gratification of […]

The haitus

Work got in the way of life this week, hence no blogging.  The difficult thing was that  as work got more convoluted and the hours longer, I wanted so much to zone out and write. I even got as far as taking the trusty laptop to school and organising the assessments so the children wrote […]

Breaking the Law 20/1

My name is Charles Carter. I am a police officer in Her Majesty’s Constabulary. For the last fifteen years, I have been certain that a local East End pawnbroker – one Mordecai Gold – is more than a simple business man, working out of a jeweler’s shop on Fournier Street. To the man in the […]

Jan 19

Applying yourself 19/1

Hardest thing I’ve ever had to learning. Easy. Learning not to trust the wordpress app on your phone. When it says your posts are published. They’re not. They’re still in draft form. Making it look like you haven’t kept your promise to post. Easiest thing to learn. How to back date. So even though you […]

Home… Soil… Rain 18/1

Short one on this free association task. I shall simply refer to today Woken up by winds of 70 miles an hour. Zorro slept through it. Bomber slept through it until the temperature dropped. I had to put coal on the fire; warming the place up until he fell asleep. Alistair fared worse. He needed […]

Jan 17

In a crisis 17/1

How do I respond in a crisis? If the crisis is my fault, I tell myself off and sleep badly ’til it’s over. If the crisis is caused by incompetence, I get angry. If the crisis involves children, I don’t rest until I find a solution. If the crisis involves missing my favourite tv programme, […]