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My name is Petronella.

He was settling into a routine now. Once the kids were in bed and Caroline was in her room, he’d sit down at the kitchen table and browse the dating...

Naked trees in winter seem to stupor, pulse of roots growing ever deeper... absorbing goodness from the earth new life suckles under snow and ice,...

His Masters Voice By Paul McCann From the mountains to the sea , down through the valley , the whisper of white water is so beautifully wild and free...

No one knows any wolf’s intentions. Perhaps this one was just traveling about for fun. Or, callings from the pack spurred him into different...

He does go on, sometimes

I love the Inspiration point for this week (w/c 4/5/19) for a few reasons. One is that it gives the writer so many options; only the quality and the content really matter, so long as the year falls within the remit. Secondly, I have been alive for a good few of those years and I could draw material from any since about 1960 up until now. Finally, it stirred my brain into action like no other as I scanned the past for events and people to write about.

Picking Up The Pieces By Paul McCann I saw a little puzzle piece , lying on the floor it was part of a jigsaw I had finished years before . The...

iThink the other day going to work the tube was packed i mean rammed and someone grabbed me bum but I couldn’t tell who i got off and as the train...