Wednesday 15 January 2014
I have a damp journey to Peakville. It is 13:15 when I arrive at the Old Man’s house.
Mrs Pavane’s car is nose downhill at the kerb alongside number 33.
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Last 30 posts
- The prime of Miss Cash jr
- Lunch in the church hall
- “Lloyd George knew my father”?
- The real thing
- Snow here and there
- Lights on Twelfth Night
- Unexpected scooting, unexpected saving
- Nearly the last gasp?
- Winter ritual
- Addressee unknown
- Family and fraudsters
- This week? Last week?
- Homecoming
- Still with us?
- Legal exploitation
- Seven seven six six six
- Shocking blue, then blonde in black and pink
- Parent and child
- Tam
- Benjy
- Privileges of the prosperous
- At variance
- Cultural difference
- So much to do
- Unsettling changes
- People of Posh Town
- Fading into history
- Old and forgotten
- How the other 99% live
- Lunch for nine at Posh Town
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