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When Your Snow is Deeper Than Your Dog
Summary but certainly not summery. Using precisely one hundred words per day, here’s my account of the things that went on in my Bulgarian life during the first fourteen days of February.
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On Achill Island
What good’s a house without a penny whistle?
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Eva of the Seven Wonders
Originally intended for last week’s Inspiration Point (To keep or not to keep, or something), this piece missed the cut off point because heavy snow and power cuts kept me from completing it.
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Arabesque
When she hears it, she will know.
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They Can Only Do Harm
In the Free World the cost of living is going up at an alarming rate.
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Beans
Posted on Fri, 06 Mar 2026
Oh Jenny.
What an awful experience. What you’ve been through sounds like the sort of ordeal that would make a person ill even if they weren’t in the first place. I always get the impression that the people who work in NHS hospitals are...
Read full commentPosted in My Time In A & E ( PT 2 )
Vive la Différence
Posted on Sat, 28 Feb 2026
From the days when I worked in Barking (a place that strangely has nothing to do with dogs) with an office full of Essex meatheads, I vaguely remember Mitzi being the name of a page three model. I hope your mum’s dog kept its top on.
There...
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Belshazzar's or Bust
Posted on Wed, 25 Feb 2026
But lest I paint too bleak a picture...
You’ve done the complete opposite. The detail with which you’ve described your town tells me it’s packed with places that I’d spend much of my time in if I lived there.
When Mary...
Read full commentPosted in 5. Secondhand Prose
Ramsgate '71
Posted on Wed, 18 Feb 2026
I get Tom, completely. From being a kid to becoming a pensioner I felt a lead weight in my belly at the end of every holiday I ever went on. On the way home from our six-week family holiday in Ramsgate in the summer of 1971 I was tearful and...
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Clifton
Posted on Thu, 05 Feb 2026
Clifton's a lovely place Jenny. I've many great memories of it too. This is going to wreck my credibility as a would-be hippy but I once saw S Club 7 and Billie Piper performing live at the The Radio One Big Sunday gig on Clifton Downs. I might...
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Stories
Posted on Sun, 01 Feb 2026
Good on you for doing that Kat. It saddens me to think that so many wonderful stories of people I've known have been lost when they passed away, especially considering how different the times were that they lived through.
If I was the boss...
Read full commentPosted in I’ve Got a Gal in Tiramisu
Philtrum fun
Posted on Sun, 01 Feb 2026
Righto IPFN. That's sound advice. I wonder if Elon Musk ever reads this. Have I written anything that requires editing?
I love it when body parts have ambiguous names that people are sometimes nervous about mentioning. It's so easy to get...
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Embarking
Posted on Thu, 29 Jan 2026
Hiya Jenny.
I really like this bit...
embarking
on season's journey into spring,
with swiftness, rapid as a feline's
natural shift.
It's what I'm...
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Nuns
Posted on Sun, 18 Jan 2026
The lack of sex education is certainly a major contributing factor to the problem. As you say, it was good that the unmarried mothers at least had the likes of Nazareth House to go to, but that shouldn't have been necessary. Thankfully society...
Read full commentPosted in Letter to Ann Lovett (1968 - 1984)
Emotions
Posted on Sun, 18 Jan 2026
Thanks Kat.
The families, the authorities and the church pulled the raw emotions of these poor girls in all directions, and they were nearly always very young. With nobody to turn to it must have been absolute hell for them. There’s been a...
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