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Of course, I have to help my fellow human beings. And especially when they live in your neighbourhood. But where is the limit to getting your fellow...

Yesterday I was entranced by Dean Dyson, a famous busker on Guildford's cobbled high street, with his smooth yet rasping vocal and a simple acoustic...

‘Put him on his charger for a bit then, he looks tired.’ ‘He cannot look tired, that isn’t possible, his face never changes. He’s fine Vanessa. I...

In which Samantha and Josiah help Jeannie to settle back at home (without any thanks) and the Detectives have news.

… unattended, unhelped, uncomforted, even for hours before they succumb…

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I'm glad I've done what I've done. I like who I've become. And I give thanks for being me. With or without you, I will be true. You sent me late a...

It’s a well-known fact that seafarers staring at the sea during the hours of darkness can be hypnotised by the calming waves and the bioluminescence as their ship cuts through the water. In their half-awake half-asleep state of mind, they feel an unexplainable urge to walk to the railings, climb over and jump in. I once experienced this peculiar feeling whilst on watch on a bulk carrier sailing south through the Red Sea towards the Bab al-Mandab Strait and the Indian Ocean beyond.