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We are enjoying the daffodils emerging around us.

Molloch's crimes are finally uncovered. But important evidence is missing. Parts 21-22 of 22.

When I got married and moved into my husband’s house. We soon realized there were, women on our street, who could chat! There was an advert at that...

This was insipired by memories of my father’s lusty singing of the humourous 'National Anthem of the Ancient Britons' or the 'Woad Ode' (to tune of Men of Harlech) I didn’t know it by that title but just by some of the words and tune (see links) I used to enjoy the fun, rhythm and fun rhymes. What I’ve written comes from thinking about it but is nothing like it.

I am now off for five days, I was pleased about that, because today is the first of the planned bus strikes. When I realized the first strike was...

Alexander stands trial. Parts 19-20 of 22.

Dear diary... euphoria of younger days satisfies when parched for fountain of youth; drinking again from well of clear friendships, that quenches...

Trees above seem dead and dun; fragile …

Back at the flat on Saturday evening, Matthew put all the sausages and burgers under the huge grill in the electric cooker. One of the guests arrived...