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StoryMally Coolhermit16 years 1 month ago
StoryPoetry in Motion luigi_pagano106 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Best Is Yet To Come mcscraic26 years 1 month ago
StoryValerie passing through Coolhermit06 years 1 month ago
Storyholy weekend Coolhermit06 years 1 month ago
Storystuck in the middle of nowhere recalling 'Billy Liar' Coolhermit16 years 1 month ago
StorySouthport Days with Shirley Coolhermit26 years 1 month ago
StoryFor Miranda Coolhermit96 years 2 months ago
Storysempre Lisboa Coolhermit46 years 2 months ago
StoryBrendan, a surprise encounter Coolhermit56 years 2 months ago
Storyanother little piece of my heart Coolhermit26 years 2 months ago
StoryEleanor, a poignant encounter Coolhermit06 years 2 months ago
StoryAmsterdam, 12/05/88, Chet drops by a jazz café Coolhermit06 years 2 months ago
StoryJessica drhilarius66 years 2 months ago
Storyheart of stone Coolhermit06 years 2 months ago
Storyold men dancing Coolhermit26 years 2 months ago
Storytea with Anushka Coolhermit26 years 2 months ago
StoryBen and Tillie Coolhermit36 years 2 months ago
Storycuddly Pudsey onesie Coolhermit66 years 2 months ago
Storystick around Coolhermit26 years 2 months ago
Storyshrine on a high bridge Coolhermit06 years 2 months ago
StoryWhen Momma Cried Richard L. Prov...26 years 2 months ago
Storycinnamon and brie Coolhermit26 years 2 months ago
StoryCarmen Monoxide Coolhermit56 years 2 months ago
StorySoon Gone skinner_jennifer76 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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