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StoryMally Coolhermit13 years 8 months ago
StoryPoetry in Motion luigi_pagano103 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Best Is Yet To Come mcscraic23 years 8 months ago
StoryValerie passing through Coolhermit03 years 8 months ago
Storyholy weekend Coolhermit03 years 8 months ago
Storystuck in the middle of nowhere recalling 'Billy Liar' Coolhermit13 years 8 months ago
StorySouthport Days with Shirley Coolhermit23 years 8 months ago
StoryFor Miranda Coolhermit93 years 8 months ago
Storysempre Lisboa Coolhermit43 years 8 months ago
StoryBrendan, a surprise encounter Coolhermit53 years 8 months ago
Storyanother little piece of my heart Coolhermit23 years 8 months ago
StoryEleanor, a poignant encounter Coolhermit03 years 8 months ago
StoryAmsterdam, 12/05/88, Chet drops by a jazz café Coolhermit03 years 8 months ago
StoryJessica drhilarius63 years 8 months ago
Storyheart of stone Coolhermit03 years 8 months ago
Storyold men dancing Coolhermit23 years 8 months ago
Storytea with Anushka Coolhermit23 years 8 months ago
StoryBen and Tillie Coolhermit33 years 8 months ago
Storycuddly Pudsey onesie Coolhermit63 years 8 months ago
Storystick around Coolhermit23 years 8 months ago
Storyshrine on a high bridge Coolhermit03 years 8 months ago
StoryWhen Momma Cried Richard L. Prov...23 years 8 months ago
Storycinnamon and brie Coolhermit23 years 8 months ago
StoryCarmen Monoxide Coolhermit53 years 8 months ago
StorySoon Gone skinner_jennifer73 years 8 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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