KarenHadj

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StoryCat-Omen Cake-queen1312 years 7 months ago
StoryCaractacus Rogers in 200 words KarenHadj112 years 11 months ago
StoryBanana split knees KarenHadj312 years 11 months ago
StoryAnother 200 on C. Rogers KarenHadj312 years 11 months ago
Forum topicBirmingham Book Festival KarenHadj112 years 11 months ago
CollectionThe Village KarenHadj012 years 11 months ago
CollectionThis could run and run KarenHadj012 years 11 months ago
CollectionNew life KarenHadj012 years 11 months ago
CollectionDear Gill KarenHadj012 years 11 months ago
StoryUncle Bill KarenHadj413 years 1 month ago
StoryOn the scrapheap KarenHadj113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Merchant of Venice KarenHadj013 years 1 month ago
StoryGuilty pleasure KarenHadj213 years 1 month ago
StoryHigh Level moments KarenHadj113 years 1 month ago
StoryFirst Christmas KarenHadj113 years 1 month ago
StoryInfinite Sky KarenHadj213 years 6 months ago
StoryGrandmother (part 2) The Talisman513 years 6 months ago
Story A Fat Nude Mark Say413 years 9 months ago
StorySome Things Must Remain a Mystery - Part Three of Three h jenkins615 years 6 months ago
StoryGet Over it (Again!!) (on having my name mistyped) kheldar615 years 7 months ago
StorySetting the scene KarenHadj916 years 8 months ago
StoryKey function (IP) KarenHadj716 years 8 months ago
StoryMy beautiful name KarenHadj216 years 8 months ago
StoryDream Dealers Norman Norton316 years 8 months ago
StoryHeaven aitticboy216 years 8 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Infinite Sky

Aunt Esmerelda or Auntie Esme as we were allowed to call her was something of a mystery to me. Occasionally I would go and see her without telling my mother.
Cherry

Uncle Bill

Poor uncle Bill, if only he hadn't been so ambitious.
Cherry

On the scrapheap

No one batted an eyelid when the sofa and armchairs were dumped on the patch of waste ground at the top of the street.

Banana split knees

On Windmill Hills, just behind the Borough Arms pub and at the entrance to the village there used to be a small park.
Cherry

First Christmas

Our first family Christmas in St Cuthbert's Village was probably the most memorable that we ever spent there. We had moved to the village in November 1974 and set about making this place our home.

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