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StoryDead Famous, Famous Dead gletherby29 years 11 months ago
StoryRemembrance elz39 years 11 months ago
StoryHolding Hands With Number One gletherby109 years 11 months ago
StoryAddicted to . . . Love gletherby29 years 11 months ago
StoryBuzzed Off Bee3410 years 2 months ago
StoryWhat Seems to be the Problem? Silver Spun Sand810 years 3 months ago
StoryOlder than Dad gletherby1010 years 3 months ago
StoryOne truly exceptional bowel movement Jim Webster1610 years 4 months ago
StorySurprises gletherby010 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Princess and the Mushy Peas gletherby510 years 4 months ago
StoryCanterbury Tales gletherby210 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Money Box Murder gletherby010 years 6 months ago
StoryA Piece of Cake Bee2510 years 8 months ago
StoryA Perfect Match gletherby1310 years 9 months ago
StoryCastle Pillock 5 airyfairy410 years 9 months ago
StoryAway Match gletherby010 years 9 months ago
StorySweet Lightning Silver Spun Sand610 years 9 months ago
StoryLook Back In Ongar Paul Annon1210 years 9 months ago
StoryPrivate Parts and Secret Places gletherby010 years 9 months ago
StoryThank You For The Days gletherby011 years 8 months ago
StoryLet's Pretend it's the Ritz gletherby511 years 9 months ago
StorySense and Insensibility gletherby211 years 9 months ago

My stories

Dead Famous, Famous Dead

I almost bumped into my latest celebrity crush the other day at Birmingham New Street railway station. I’ll not give the name. Far too embarrassing...
Gold cherry

Wish You Were Here (yma whans dhym ty dhe vos omma)

The summer Ruth spends in Cornwall is glorious. She stays with her Aunt Jane, her mother’s younger sister, who, with her husband Roger, moved to St...
Cherry

Holding Hands With Number One

One of the things I miss most is having no one to hold hands with. When I first met my (second, now late) husband John I remember being surprised and...

Addicted to . . . Love

He drank three times as much as me during our first date. ‘Yes please,’ I replied when twice he asked if I wanted crisps or nuts with my wine. He...
Cherry

Invisible Mending

My mother (Dorothy Thornton) died early in 2012 and since then I’ve begun to write (amongst other things) about my memories of her. One particular...

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