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Leggings - Military Comments!

I took to my feet over the weekend, and went off to Lowestoft, In nearby Suffolk – by bus. We used to live there, and the community wasn’t always accommodating. My daughter joined the local Sea Cadets, and excelled in sailing, later went on to the dancing on Quads group at the local high school where an ex Olympic coach taught them the basics. I love the promenade there, and like to walk down it, pier to pier and think. As I was making my way...

Leggings - Simon Legree

Leggings - Simon Legree At an early age I read Uncle Tom’s Cabin, totally fascinated by the plight of the African – both at home – and in the America’s. One of my relations was reputed to be Phyllis Wheatley, the black slave girl that wrote poetry books early on. Her child was taken from her, and she died after she was freed. Today in the UK I see evidence of slavery in our local population, Simon Legree has risen here too. Early this year he...

Leggings - Extravagance!

Extravagance! for direct link: https://www.debenhams.com/home/soft-furnishings As I said before, I had an idyllic lifestyle wandering the world, visiting people who said they were my relations – and some of them were. I was considered spoilt by some, however I managed fairly well given the Bentley, the pink rolls, and Parker or Mr. Payne for company, and protection. I had not grown since the war and had stayed about the size of a regular six-...

Leggings - Past 2 a.m.

Past 2 a.m. The night explodes into action. A loud motor, loud voices, thudding footsteps and people downstairs – it’s the fallout time for returners from the factories come home to roost. What are they doing here? Have we another Italian family who cannot live apart – and have formed their own warren to live safely in their pile of bodies. As their history predicts, they have sentries posted throughout the building, read mind and actions for...

Leggings - Old Haunts

I went shopping for clothes for the grandchildren in the Debenhams, the department store on St. Stephens, it’s a place of old memories. I see myself, small, clutching at Grandfather’s hand walking through the store as we ventured down to the outside world. We’d stop by the doors to the shop, take a moment to brace ourselves, it was a moment before immersion. It was after I’d been known as Leah in America, a name I’d help choose after being...

LEGGINGS - A CHANGEABLE DAY

LEGGINGS - A CHANGEABLE DAY The weather is changeable. I wonder if that’s specific or not. It worries me this startling non-statement of the barometer. It’s quite warm today, and I’m not sure what to wear, and I have tasks to do written in my mind. First take down the bed frame, get rid of the extra linen, and really hoover up. I decide I must be conservative about how I dress, given the list. I mean how can you unscrew a double bed frame in a...

Leggings – Conversations in the Dark.

Leggings – Conversations in the Dark. Well life has a hum when you let things develop and try not to take too much offense. Events spiral on, with prostitution, sex changes, and people in odd places saying odd things being a recurrent dilemma. The families are all represented, and the only decent speaker - although he too offends - is the one who insists on his sex change, in following his father's footsteps. The churches from Easton &...

Leggings - Another Day.

Leggings - Another Day. News: 1. that someone stole their stuff a couple of nights ago and warehoused it. No idea who or where mind you. One of the torturers claimed it was Lord Sanesbury.... who knows? Good to hear of a Knight in action. 2. That one of the men from the start of the game decided to ask me to marry him. I refused. Now there is a clamor from the torture gang as several of them got down on their k- nees before him early on in tha...

Leggings – On yer Marks!

This is confidential information for royal watchers of Norwich by the way. I ought to get paid for this blog!

Leggings – two stories and a moment of light.

Leggings – two stories and a moment of light. Sometimes the Ninnies who tell the stories to me and at me – during moments o f lucidity – in between their crimes – are extremely odd. Some blame it on old priests who lost their faith entirely due to their trading on the soul market. On their aptitude to zone in on people in this weird way. Others cite the 'mind readers' as the Spanish seaside traders who after generations of loss of job in the...

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