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Cherry

Only we can walk away

They deplore racism but when it’s heard loud and clear with video evidence in a court of law, a rich England captain protected by denial and a Queen’s Counsel is told by the judge
Cherry

In the fires of dementia

It’s official; Mum loves it when I stroke her cheek. The moment the front of my index finger touches her skin, her eyes close, her shoulders relax, her chin quivers slightly,
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Not Yet

I went to a meeting on Saturday and shared that I am haunted by the sight of little blonde girls who look just like my own. Everyone knows I haven’t seen them for two and a half years,
Cherry

Noisy neighbours

I liked the look of Shangri-La on telly last night, recruitment consultants dressed up as fun-fair freaks, black sheep aristocrats following their dream to be blend in,
Cherry

Never Seconds

My beautiful sadness on the eve of Father's Day, trying to guess what Cameron's message to the nation might be after leaving his daughter in the pub last weekend.

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