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StoryThose Were the Days... Silver Spun Sand1814 years 2 months ago
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StoryDisasters Rhiannonw214 years 5 months ago

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My stories

Forbearance

Patience learnt, a little drop, – unnoticed, and unpraised: but I managed now to stop from saying what I could have. I realised that it would have caused hurt or anger, nothing good.

Extra Busy Parents

Dashing here and dashing there, and at pains the work to share – – paid employment, nappies, chores ( –“these are mine, and those are yours”); shuttling children everywhere,

'It's time to complete your tax return...' (IP)

… make you feel that you’re ever so dim, and your eyes glaze over, and start to skim, the meaning is lost, and your mind goes blank and you wonder if this will soon empty the bank …

Painting with a,b,c, …

Arranging letters , weaving sound … Well that’s the aim, we can but try, and hope that what is in the frame be understood, pleasure supply.

Poor Dad! (IP)

Hungry on holiday kids’ tummies sad end of a jolly day, – ‘Where’s the chippie, Dad?’ Driving up and all around, ‘Stop, Dad, ask a passer-by’ ‘Need a local on home ground

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