Geoffrey

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StorySuccess part2 Geoffrey315 years 1 month ago
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StoryMarooned Part1 Geoffrey315 years 1 month ago
StoryElderberry wine Geoffrey615 years 1 month ago
StoryObservations from a cafe window Geoffrey415 years 1 month ago
StoryThe wrong mark Geoffrey215 years 1 month ago
StoryKonichiwa Geoffrey215 years 1 month ago
StoryScientists can prove bees can't fly Geoffrey315 years 2 months ago
StoryIncident at Worcester Geoffrey215 years 2 months ago
StoryHave to Laugh - Don't You? Silver Spun Sand1615 years 2 months ago
StoryLeaves Geoffrey215 years 2 months ago
StoryThe job Geoffrey415 years 2 months ago
StoryOCTOBER MAGIC skinner_jennifer3815 years 2 months ago
StoryTHE APPLE skinner_jennifer2115 years 2 months ago
StoryMy cats Geoffrey415 years 2 months ago
StoryEXTRA SENSORY PERCEPTION skinner_jennifer2615 years 2 months ago
StoryA West Country Poem skinner_jennifer615 years 2 months ago
StoryWalking for your health Geoffrey215 years 2 months ago
StoryHow to become a famous poet Geoffrey315 years 2 months ago
StoryObtaining a passport Geoffrey215 years 2 months ago
StoryMy 59 minute friend Geoffrey215 years 2 months ago
StoryEnglish as she is spoke Geoffrey315 years 2 months ago
StoryMilk Geoffrey315 years 2 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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