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Games to play when the coffee is cold

I had some really interesting comments – here and on Twitter – in response to part one of this saga from my past life. The first part was just a snap shot of the situation – so here is part two. Right or wrong, you will find out more about me and my decision in the following post – Games. Continue reading Games to play when the coffee is cold

Twenty One ~ A True Karmic Tale

Eleven

When I walked into my sitting room that morning I wasn’t surprised to find someone asleep on the sofa. There had been a lot of noise the previous night when Mum had returned, with her boyfriend, from his sons leaving party. He was emigrating – that’s what they called it in those days – to Canada. It seemed a guest from that party was still here. Continue reading Twenty One ~ A True Karmic Tale

I like driving in my car.

Week #173 Christmas far from our minds

 

After our training session for the half marathon and a game of pool at his local, Jim drove us all home. Beth first, then, of course, he dropped Vic at my place because that’s where he left his car earlier. Vic lived around the corner, consequently, we grew up together. Continue reading I like driving in my car.