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Miserable old trout

Miserable old trout

Strolling along the river, enjoying the sun on her chest, the rest of her body covered, deliberately protected from the sun, she grins at an elderly woman riding a bicycle heading towards her. A woman she’s often spotted riding through the village.   As she’s about to greet her, the woman of seventy-plus blurts: “What …

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Surprise contact

Surprise contact

A WhatsApp message pings through from an ex-lover, about 5 lovers ago. A surprise indeed.   He thought of me today when purchasing a bag of Chinese White-Rabbit sweets that he first introduced me to a few years ago. The delightful little morsels became a mild addiction for a short time – thank goodness.   …

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Beyond comprehendible

Beyond comprehendible

How can some people not think, not force themselves to think before they blurt out whatever is poisoning their little brains? Is it because they don’t care, have ulterior motives and actually want to upset people or could it be something worse than that – they actually are without common sense? She cannot imagine being …

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Seeing Black

Seeing Black

Never mind that well-known idiom – “Seeing red” – I saw black and blue and purple-tinged with every hue of red imaginable first thing this morning while at work.   “Hello, Phillip,” I said when answering my desk telephone.   “Howzit, Cressida? How’s things?”   “Very well, thank you. How’s things with you?”   “Good, …

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Stalker zapped

Stalker zapped

Finally, I succeeded at getting rid of my WhatsApp/email stalker that I met at Toastmasters a few months back.   The first time I’d met him I didn’t think much of the experience, except that I was sad the Westville Toastmasters came to an end that night – my first experience of Toastmasters and the …

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Magnificent Milton Keynes

Magnificent Milton Keynes

Somebody I used to know contacted me via LinkedIn. I almost fainted. I had to go back and find the extract I wrote about him when we first met. It goes a little something like this…   Once upon a time, more than 10 years ago…   The weekend before my Irish adventure something incredible …

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