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In the early 80s, on a Saturday night, I could be found down the road at my friend’s house. We used to sit up in her room and listen to music. We did the usual girly thing, dressed in our ra-ra skirts, swaying to and fro, flicking our hair back, singing to the latest records.…
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I think I’ll pass on number 65…
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – GUEST Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt was LOOK from a few weeks ago. Keith Channing: It really is not a good look To be too absorbed in your…
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One of my lovely Writers Bureau students, Mia Kun, has just launched her new book and I was only too happy to help her promote it. Here’s the blurb for Journey of a Butterfly to entice you: Losing a bet is one thing; losing yourself is a whole different story. Katherine Shaw’s childish fear got…
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As promised, here are all your lovely 5-word stories using the word HEART. Thank you for all your kind wishes. Recovery is very slow and painful, but I’ll get there 😊 Kim Smyth: My heart wants the beach! David has my heart, always! The heart of Texas; brotherhood. Christine Mallaband-Brown: My heart is in Penkhull.…
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It’s Thursday and your new five-word challenge is here. This week, I want you to think about what the word BRAVE means to you. So can you tell a story in five words, using the word BRAVE in it somewhere? Thank you so much for keeping me amused with your responses over the past few…
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It was the spring of 1993. I was a student at college and lived at home with Mum and Dad. I’d just passed my driving test (after two attempts). I’ll always remember the date I passed – 25th April. It was Mum’s birthday. I hadn’t told her I was taking the test as I wanted…
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A drive-in restroom? Now I’ve seen it all…
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Here’s another scheduled word prompt for you. Remember that I’ll be publishing all your limericks when I’m better. Word Prompt: KNIT ***
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I looked at the frail form lying so still on the hospital bed. Tears threatened to fall. I blinked them back, but they wouldn’t have it. I let them come. This was it – time to say my last goodbye to my dear, dear grandad. I held his hand, savouring the life still there. I…
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