... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
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3BT
A couple of
mouthfuls of cold perry to wash down half a mouthful of very salty Stilton.
Three
letters, lovingly written and lovingly sealed, and ready-to-post to lovely people.
At first
light, the loved one asleep on new cotton pillowcases, her hair spread wide like
a fairy tale romance.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
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Sunday, January 18, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
3BT
The weather changes before first light. After leaving Reading in a bitter frost, on passing through Swindon, I see from the early train that the roofs of the terraced houses
and the streets are white with snow.
At the station itself, large flakes of snow whirl around the lamps and settle on the hunched shoulders of the boarding passengers.
In Wiltshire, arriving in the warmth of their cosy little house, i find my daughter and her two sons glowing with vitality and intelligence.
Back at home in time for tea, discovering I have won six pounds and ninety pence on the euromillions.
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