Jack’s stomach churned, he struggled to eat breakfast, his appetite deadened by the familiar wriggling worms of anxiety and negativity. It was always...
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This is very evocative for me
Posted on Tue, 28 Apr 2015
This is very evocative for me. My dad was an Ansell's lifer, paid partly in beer tokens. I used to look down from the expressway and think how I wouldn't want to walk down there among the huge concrete pillars with that smell of HP - terrifying....
This is very evocative for me
Posted on Tue, 28 Apr 2015
This is very evocative for me. My dad was an Ansell's lifer, paid partly in beer tokens. I used to look down from the expressway and think how I wouldn't want to walk down there among the huge concrete pillars with that smell of HP - terrifying....
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An unusual tale which I
Posted on Wed, 11 Dec 2013
An unusual tale which I enjoyed very much. By the way that's surely my ancient Russian Blue in the photo!
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