Autobiography

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Story of the week

BITTY BARBY BOOB, RIP

Bitty Barby Boob, RIP My first name is Barbara, although I seldom use it, except for medical reasons, and nobody has ever called me Barby. But in...
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Poem of the week

Shame

Shame I’ve tried to outstep the shame of this. Even now the guilt piles high like records racked on an old Dansette. I was a youth lost in a bedroom...
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Updates and Exotic Fruitcakes

What is our experience of neighbours? It could be like the smiley people on certain adverts, who studiously ignore each others annoying habits, big...
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Above Clunton

One pleasure of woodland in late autumn, winter, and early spring is the views visible through the skeletal trees, especially in the hills of the...
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Part Of Something Special

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

Bye-bye Baby Breast My breasts have always been my least favourite bits of me. When I was a little girl, I used to go into our basement (when I was...
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Memory Medley

My parents bought the cabinet about 60 years ago to house an encyclopaedia. (I’m not sure how much those tomes were used, but in the days long before...
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An impossible Situation

Fresh from a long sea holiday everybody was very surprised when I arrived and reported for duty to be met with a disciplinary hearing and finding out...
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Summer's Creation

Softly thinking... remaining in hush; needing to understand complexity of waiting, bringing suggestions of impressions to surface; allows me to...
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