Category: memories
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The Love of a Cat…
remember Milo? I often think of Milo, our cheeky marmalade kitten. He is no longer with us, he was sadly run over on the road outside our house. None of us have gotten over the loss of such an adorable character. This story has been triggered by another visit by his feline buddy, the small…
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Remembering another New Year…
Big Ben has always been a very special symbol in my life. I grew up in London, and the deep resonant tones of the bell and the imposing majesty of the building are one of the most enduring memories of my time there.London has many such landmarks and I love them all, but that tall…
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To the Memory of Us…
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I was browsing through some old files yesterday, and I don’t know why I do, because I rarely find what I’m looking for. But what I did find was several of Anita’s poems! I forget how long it has been since anything new has graced my desk, she is getting very frail these days, but…
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Memories of a Better Saturday… #Flowers
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I really wanted to take part in another #Six on Saturday this week, but sadly, our little garden is waterlogged. Any flowers that were grimly hanging on, have been reduced to a soggy mess from all the rain. This had me remembering all the lovely flowers that have made me smile this year. I am…
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The Power of Books #Bad Moon #Fiction #Horror
I was a lonely child, and London was a lonely place to be when I was growing up there after the war. All around me, people were busily trying to put their lives and homes back into some kind of order. I remember walking around the streets, confused by all the chaos that still had…
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No Sex Please, I’m Menopausal! #Review #Humour @StevieTurner6
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After going through the menopause Lyn finds that she no longer wants sex. This is unfortunate, as her husband Neil still does. When he discards her after 35 years of marriage like an old worn out shoe, Lyn moves to Cornwall to start a new life. However, new friends are hard to find, and she…
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Sunday Thoughts…
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A pot of Rosemary and one of Anita’s poems. I swear this one was written for me! This poem is an acrostic for the word Unforgettable. I must try to remember that message… Love from Jaye