Murder in Common On a bicycle again: For the first time White knuckled with fear and with a death grip on the handle bars my instructor coached me from the sidelines. This is long before my feet are on the pedals. Gone are the days of running beside a bicycle holding onto whatever worked. These…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: This inspires me to dance, Sue… Sue Vincent's Daily Echo View original post

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Photo: Holger.Ellgaard CC BY-SA 3.0 “I’ll just add it to my shopping list.” I took the all-singing, all-dancing smartphone out of my pocket. There are very few times when the phrase ‘horrified fascination’ is justified, but it seemed to fit his expression as I reached for the…

A Christmas story… A cold wind rattled the window frame and whistled through the cracks, lifting the faded cotton curtains like a summer skirt. It was dark outside, but Ruth hadn’t noticed, so intent on keeping warm. The last of the coal was gone, nothing but ebony dust in the scuttle. The embers were nearly…

Originally posted on Just Life – Jennie Orbell: Hi ? I’d like to wish all readers of this blog a Merry Christmas. And not only that. I’d also like to wish you peace, health, and the company – or precious memories – of loved ones. We will be having a gentle and quiet Christmas Day.…

Murder in Common On a bicycle again: For the first time White knuckled with fear and with a death grip on the handle bars my instructor coached me from the sidelines. This is long before my feet are on the pedals. Gone are the days of running beside a bicycle holding onto whatever worked. These…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: This inspires me to dance, Sue… Sue Vincent's Daily Echo View original post

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Photo: Holger.Ellgaard CC BY-SA 3.0 “I’ll just add it to my shopping list.” I took the all-singing, all-dancing smartphone out of my pocket. There are very few times when the phrase ‘horrified fascination’ is justified, but it seemed to fit his expression as I reached for the…

A Christmas story… A cold wind rattled the window frame and whistled through the cracks, lifting the faded cotton curtains like a summer skirt. It was dark outside, but Ruth hadn’t noticed, so intent on keeping warm. The last of the coal was gone, nothing but ebony dust in the scuttle. The embers were nearly…

Originally posted on Just Life – Jennie Orbell: Hi ? I’d like to wish all readers of this blog a Merry Christmas. And not only that. I’d also like to wish you peace, health, and the company – or precious memories – of loved ones. We will be having a gentle and quiet Christmas Day.…