Geoffrey

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StorySuccess part2 Geoffrey315 years 9 months ago
StoryThe rats return part2 Geoffrey215 years 9 months ago
StoryROOMS BY THE SEA seashore915 years 9 months ago
StoryBlackberry Wine Silver Spun Sand2515 years 9 months ago
StoryMarooned Part1 Geoffrey315 years 9 months ago
StoryElderberry wine Geoffrey615 years 9 months ago
StoryObservations from a cafe window Geoffrey415 years 9 months ago
StoryThe wrong mark Geoffrey215 years 9 months ago
StoryKonichiwa Geoffrey215 years 9 months ago
StoryScientists can prove bees can't fly Geoffrey315 years 9 months ago
StoryIncident at Worcester Geoffrey215 years 9 months ago
StoryHave to Laugh - Don't You? Silver Spun Sand1615 years 9 months ago
StoryLeaves Geoffrey215 years 9 months ago
StoryThe job Geoffrey415 years 9 months ago
StoryOCTOBER MAGIC skinner_jennifer3815 years 10 months ago
StoryTHE APPLE skinner_jennifer2115 years 10 months ago
StoryMy cats Geoffrey415 years 10 months ago
StoryEXTRA SENSORY PERCEPTION skinner_jennifer2615 years 10 months ago
StoryA West Country Poem skinner_jennifer615 years 10 months ago
StoryWalking for your health Geoffrey215 years 10 months ago
StoryHow to become a famous poet Geoffrey315 years 10 months ago
StoryObtaining a passport Geoffrey215 years 10 months ago
StoryMy 59 minute friend Geoffrey215 years 10 months ago
StoryEnglish as she is spoke Geoffrey315 years 10 months ago
StoryMilk Geoffrey315 years 10 months ago

My stories

The saga of a new electric fire

Mary feels the cold and had a two bar electric fire for a mere fifty years. Then it went wrong!

How many workmen does it take to repair an electric cable

My friend Mary lives in a flat on South Bank which is a fairly steep road behind Surbiton station.

Collecting rock labels is bad for your teeth

Seaside rock is quite unique For each stick has a label My neighbour travels round the world And finds me rock when she is able When she comes home I eat the rock

Konichiwa

My name is Fred Warren and I’m ninety-seven years old. People tell me that they wouldn’t think so to look at me, but I really am that age.

Gone fishing

At the age of twenty five Elizabeth was beginning to feel that marriage might have passed her by.

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