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End of days

It's been a busy week in my household. The last-ever days of primary school for T1 and T2. We've run the whole gamut of emotions, each and every day. Tuesday evening was their graduation ceremony with the Year 6 class, followed by a disco party in the gym at school. There was sparkle in their… Continue reading End of days

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At the local pool

'A what?' I ask. 'Brammer,' she replies. 'Don't you think he's a real brammer?' My friend, Maggie, is always trying to display her superior language skills. 'Never heard it before, so I can't say.' 'A remarkable, attractive person,' Maggie says with a smirk. I can't argue with her. He is quite dishy. As usual, Maggie's… Continue reading At the local pool

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Ball of rage

Leonora watched as her daughter jumped and splashed in the muddy puddle. 'Look Mummy, I'm Peppa Pig!' she called with a crazy giggle. Christ, how Leonora hated that show. Each episode only five minutes, but time dragged on to resemble the length of a rainy, wintry day. Forever, in other words. 'Hattie, stop jumping now,'… Continue reading Ball of rage

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Joanie in the city

It was a crisp yet sunny afternoon as Joanie wandered along the bank of the river. The sun glimmered off the water as it lapped onto the docks. Joanie's heart raced at the sight of so many strangers. She passed market stalls, where pedestrians paused to browse at the wares: jewellery and leather, soaps and… Continue reading Joanie in the city

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Barb’s evening

The forceful rap on the door startles Barb. It's late, rain is pitching down on the roof. She is curled in a ball on the couch, under a blanket; the fire is roaring. Lifting her head, she decides to ignore it. The forceful rap becomes a thunderous knock. She throws back the blanket, slides her… Continue reading Barb’s evening