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Storm Bert this time, then Howling wind and teeming rain Trees wave their branches! ( No 22 in a series of 25)

Dear Jeff’s Sandwich Emporium I was shocked during a visit to your sandwich emporium, to find your menu saturated in ‘woke’ and ‘leftist’ sandwiches...

'Forward March!'

I have been with the same family run garage now for about twenty years. They know me, I know them. I don't even need to say my name when I ring up to...

It snowed last night. My son works nights. I sent Daniel a text before I went to bed,late last night, I said, "PLEASE, when you get your lift home...

'Love Over Gold.'

I'm glad I'm not a penguin Shuffling through the snow. I'm glad I'm not a penguin With no-one else to know Exactly where I'm going; Just a plan that'...

In which Josiah and Archibald make an unfortunate discovery, D.I. Wood tries to shed some light on the matter, and Samantha is concerned, unlike Mr. Strine.

There’d been five sightings so far of the mysterious figure of a ghoulish old man in a tattered black suit standing on random streets, staring up at the viewer from the past when the van had photographed the street as it drove by. Tall, stooped over with arthritic pain, withered face with the blueish colour of death, the Street Man was a creepy enigma.