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Getting out of a car park

Driving home from netball this morning, we stopped into our local Coles. Hubster ran inside to get a few things that we desperately needed, while me and T1, T2 and Our Girl waited in the car. Hubster arrived; three products tucked under his arm. I reversed out of the space, then drove towards the entrance/exit… Continue reading Getting out of a car park

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A visit with Grandma

Grandma sits in her high-backed upholstered chair. Her eyes are closed; her hands rest lightly on the arms of the chair. I see all of this through the skinny panel window in the door to her room. I knock before entering; her eyes open slowly and she grins when she sees me. 'Come in, Gil.'… Continue reading A visit with Grandma

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The Sandcastle

'You can't do that!' Madeleine yelled. She watched as her brother, Billy, kicked over her sandcastle. 'Mum!' she screamed. She glanced around the beach for her mum. There she was, back with little Ollie, rubbing sunscreen on his body. His hat had an elastic strap under his neck, making his chin look chubbier than usual.… Continue reading The Sandcastle

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Eliza and Flossie

'Turn the volume DOWN,' yelled Flossie's mum, Eliza. 'I'm trying to do some work here.' Flossie rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. But she fetched the remote and did as asked. 'Thank you honey-child,' said Eliza, as she smiled at her daughter. Her reward was a cold stare, coupled with a grunt. Not for the… Continue reading Eliza and Flossie

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Offer for Patricia

'But what will I have to do?' Patricia asked. Her cheeks were flushed, a deep rosy red and she was wringing her hands. 'Oh, it's nothing too dramatic,' Mr Burns replied. 'Pretty cushy, really. Answer telephone calls, grab morning tea orders from staff and phone them through to the cafe. Stationery orders. Greet visitors, sign… Continue reading Offer for Patricia