Coolhermit

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StoryMally Coolhermit15 years 9 months ago
StoryPoetry in Motion luigi_pagano105 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Best Is Yet To Come mcscraic25 years 9 months ago
StoryValerie passing through Coolhermit05 years 9 months ago
Storyholy weekend Coolhermit05 years 9 months ago
Storystuck in the middle of nowhere recalling 'Billy Liar' Coolhermit15 years 9 months ago
StorySouthport Days with Shirley Coolhermit25 years 9 months ago
StoryFor Miranda Coolhermit95 years 9 months ago
Storysempre Lisboa Coolhermit45 years 9 months ago
StoryBrendan, a surprise encounter Coolhermit55 years 9 months ago
Storyanother little piece of my heart Coolhermit25 years 9 months ago
StoryEleanor, a poignant encounter Coolhermit05 years 9 months ago
StoryAmsterdam, 12/05/88, Chet drops by a jazz café Coolhermit05 years 9 months ago
StoryJessica drhilarius65 years 9 months ago
Storyheart of stone Coolhermit05 years 9 months ago
Storyold men dancing Coolhermit25 years 9 months ago
Storytea with Anushka Coolhermit25 years 10 months ago
StoryBen and Tillie Coolhermit35 years 10 months ago
Storycuddly Pudsey onesie Coolhermit65 years 10 months ago
Storystick around Coolhermit25 years 10 months ago
Storyshrine on a high bridge Coolhermit05 years 10 months ago
StoryWhen Momma Cried Richard L. Prov...25 years 10 months ago
Storycinnamon and brie Coolhermit25 years 10 months ago
StoryCarmen Monoxide Coolhermit55 years 10 months ago
StorySoon Gone skinner_jennifer75 years 10 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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