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Polly’s New Home Part 1

A sequel to ‘The Search for Polly’. CHAPTER 1 – ON PLUTO James stared at the strange sight that met his eyes. A round white ball with a mouth and a single eye; a larger ball underneath with tiny stumps that looked like flippers; and a large finger that pointed straight at him… As theContinue reading “Polly’s New Home Part 1”

Life After…Life After Retirement

Here’s how I passed up a chance to make a friend whose company I would have thoroughly enjoyed. What a shame! He’s now teaching me such a lot…

It’s a Bitter Winter, Chapter 5

‘How do I deal with my shame?’ I often hear questions like this. If only people could see! The solution is here, waiting for us to embrace it.

It’s a Bitter Winter, Chapter 4

The lockdown, with added financial pressures, has placed many marriages under strain. And also…many of us would like to make changes to our lives.

It’s a Bitter Winter – Chapter 3

How often people find that positive change can come out of life’s setbacks. Other people can give us a helping hand in giving birth to new dreams

It’s a Bitter Winter, Chapter 2

Do you sometimes find that in bad times you cross paths with wonderful people you’d never otherwise meet?

It’s a Bitter Winter, Chapter 1

Ever been made redundant? This 3-part fictional tale tells the story of Lee who feels he’s been thrown on the scrap heap.

Confessions of an Agonised Cyclist

Do we really have to spend our lives atoning for our past misdeeds? An episode of BBC’s ‘Broken’, and a cycle challenge, set me thinking…

Going Round in Circles

One of my personal goals is to go round in circles, time after time again, in exactly the same way. Let me explain. -o-O-o- “Another twenty-metre circle at E. Keep those heels down, keep those hands still…nice, steady trot, keeping that tension on the inner rein. Keep looking in the direction where you want toContinue reading “Going Round in Circles”

Scrambled Eggs

I was half way up to the second floor of a block of flats with a food delivery. Suddenly I became aware of a small plastic carton sliding off the top of the box I was carrying. In such circumstances there comes a brief moment of inevitability. Time seems to stand still. And then… YouContinue reading “Scrambled Eggs”