Geoffrey

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StorySuccess part2 Geoffrey314 years 4 months ago
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StoryMarooned Part1 Geoffrey314 years 4 months ago
StoryElderberry wine Geoffrey614 years 4 months ago
StoryObservations from a cafe window Geoffrey414 years 4 months ago
StoryThe wrong mark Geoffrey214 years 4 months ago
StoryKonichiwa Geoffrey214 years 4 months ago
StoryScientists can prove bees can't fly Geoffrey314 years 4 months ago
StoryIncident at Worcester Geoffrey214 years 4 months ago
StoryHave to Laugh - Don't You? Silver Spun Sand1614 years 4 months ago
StoryLeaves Geoffrey214 years 5 months ago
StoryThe job Geoffrey414 years 5 months ago
StoryOCTOBER MAGIC skinner_jennifer3814 years 5 months ago
StoryTHE APPLE skinner_jennifer2114 years 5 months ago
StoryMy cats Geoffrey414 years 5 months ago
StoryEXTRA SENSORY PERCEPTION skinner_jennifer2614 years 5 months ago
StoryA West Country Poem skinner_jennifer614 years 5 months ago
StoryWalking for your health Geoffrey214 years 5 months ago
StoryHow to become a famous poet Geoffrey314 years 5 months ago
StoryObtaining a passport Geoffrey214 years 5 months ago
StoryMy 59 minute friend Geoffrey214 years 5 months ago
StoryEnglish as she is spoke Geoffrey314 years 5 months ago
StoryMilk Geoffrey314 years 5 months ago

My stories

The saga of a new electric fire

Mary feels the cold and had a two bar electric fire for a mere fifty years. Then it went wrong!

How many workmen does it take to repair an electric cable

My friend Mary lives in a flat on South Bank which is a fairly steep road behind Surbiton station.

Collecting rock labels is bad for your teeth

Seaside rock is quite unique For each stick has a label My neighbour travels round the world And finds me rock when she is able When she comes home I eat the rock

Konichiwa

My name is Fred Warren and I’m ninety-seven years old. People tell me that they wouldn’t think so to look at me, but I really am that age.

Gone fishing

At the age of twenty five Elizabeth was beginning to feel that marriage might have passed her by.

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