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StoryMally Coolhermit15 years 2 months ago
StoryPoetry in Motion luigi_pagano105 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Best Is Yet To Come mcscraic25 years 2 months ago
StoryValerie passing through Coolhermit05 years 2 months ago
Storyholy weekend Coolhermit05 years 2 months ago
Storystuck in the middle of nowhere recalling 'Billy Liar' Coolhermit15 years 2 months ago
StorySouthport Days with Shirley Coolhermit25 years 2 months ago
StoryFor Miranda Coolhermit95 years 2 months ago
Storysempre Lisboa Coolhermit45 years 2 months ago
StoryBrendan, a surprise encounter Coolhermit55 years 2 months ago
Storyanother little piece of my heart Coolhermit25 years 2 months ago
StoryEleanor, a poignant encounter Coolhermit05 years 2 months ago
StoryAmsterdam, 12/05/88, Chet drops by a jazz café Coolhermit05 years 2 months ago
StoryJessica drhilarius65 years 2 months ago
Storyheart of stone Coolhermit05 years 2 months ago
Storyold men dancing Coolhermit25 years 2 months ago
Storytea with Anushka Coolhermit25 years 2 months ago
StoryBen and Tillie Coolhermit35 years 2 months ago
Storycuddly Pudsey onesie Coolhermit65 years 2 months ago
Storystick around Coolhermit25 years 2 months ago
Storyshrine on a high bridge Coolhermit05 years 2 months ago
StoryWhen Momma Cried Richard L. Prov...25 years 2 months ago
Storycinnamon and brie Coolhermit25 years 2 months ago
StoryCarmen Monoxide Coolhermit55 years 2 months ago
StorySoon Gone skinner_jennifer75 years 2 months ago

My stories

last year in Jerusalem

last year in Jerusalem hungry for sunshine shakshuk a, kofta and falafel, I took a plane to Israel memories of Yemenite cooking from Falafel...
Gold cherry

old men dancing

old men dancing I sit on a rough settle in the shade of an ancient oak outside an inn watching crooked men, in hand-me-down black suits and hats and...

a brief encounter in Newcastle

a brief encounter in Newcastle kicking my heels in Heaton Street, sitting in the ‘Shoe Tree’ cafe - drinking cappuccino coffee. at my table, not...

gimme shelter

tangling ivy and bramble branches throttle my back garden and buried in the far corner is the air-raid shelter my grandparents used to save...

the good old days?

the good old days? let me make this very clear Chris and I are not voyeurs but we like watching vintage TV especially ‘Challenge’ and The Price is...

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