KarenHadj

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StoryBreakfast after a Night of Itching ice rivers612 months 3 days ago
StoryCat-Omen Cake-queen1310 years 4 months ago
StoryCaractacus Rogers in 200 words KarenHadj110 years 9 months ago
StoryBanana split knees KarenHadj310 years 9 months ago
StoryAnother 200 on C. Rogers KarenHadj310 years 9 months ago
Forum topicBirmingham Book Festival KarenHadj110 years 9 months ago
CollectionThe Village KarenHadj010 years 9 months ago
CollectionThis could run and run KarenHadj010 years 9 months ago
CollectionNew life KarenHadj010 years 9 months ago
CollectionDear Gill KarenHadj010 years 9 months ago
StoryUncle Bill KarenHadj410 years 10 months ago
StoryOn the scrapheap KarenHadj110 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Merchant of Venice KarenHadj010 years 10 months ago
StoryGuilty pleasure KarenHadj210 years 10 months ago
StoryHigh Level moments KarenHadj110 years 10 months ago
StoryFirst Christmas KarenHadj110 years 10 months ago
StoryInfinite Sky KarenHadj211 years 4 months ago
StoryGrandmother (part 2) The Talisman511 years 4 months ago
Story A Fat Nude Mark Say411 years 6 months ago
StorySome Things Must Remain a Mystery - Part Three of Three h jenkins613 years 4 months ago
StoryGet Over it (Again!!) (on having my name mistyped) kheldar613 years 4 months ago
StorySetting the scene KarenHadj914 years 5 months ago
StoryKey function (IP) KarenHadj714 years 5 months ago
StoryMy beautiful name KarenHadj214 years 6 months ago
StoryDream Dealers Norman Norton314 years 6 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Infinite Sky

Aunt Esmerelda or Auntie Esme as we were allowed to call her was something of a mystery to me. Occasionally I would go and see her without telling my mother.
Cherry

Uncle Bill

Poor uncle Bill, if only he hadn't been so ambitious.
Cherry

On the scrapheap

No one batted an eyelid when the sofa and armchairs were dumped on the patch of waste ground at the top of the street.

Banana split knees

On Windmill Hills, just behind the Borough Arms pub and at the entrance to the village there used to be a small park.
Cherry

First Christmas

Our first family Christmas in St Cuthbert's Village was probably the most memorable that we ever spent there. We had moved to the village in November 1974 and set about making this place our home.

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