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- From tiles to files
- Palindromes at Posh Town
- 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
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Conversation, 1990s
The Deceased Lady always voted Conservative, but she didn’t talk much about politics. On this occasion, the three of us were sitting by the fireside, and the Old Man made some reference to Conservative-supporting newspapers such as the Sun. The … Continue reading
Monday 13-2-12: two sets of golf-clubs
As I was about to drive off to cousin Naomi’s house, I saw Mr CJ on his doorstep. I asked whether he was still interested in taking the two sets of golf-clubs that had belonged to the Old Man and … Continue reading
Sunday 12-2-12: houses and birthdays
The heap of scrap wood was still there at the front corner of Sarah Goldstein’s house. I noticed that the “for sale” sign outside Mrs AD’s mother’s house had been turned through 180 degrees, to face downslope. Near the front … Continue reading
Saturday 11-2-12: two pleasant surprises
Before driving to Peakville, I phoned cousin Naomi. She told me that she was worried about the central heating that her housing association had installed while she was in hospital. She was worried about the running costs, and did not … Continue reading
Tuesday 24-1-12: little umbrella
It was a rainy morning. I saw the Explorer and his parents leave their home not long before 08:00. The Explorer had his own little umbrella; his mother also had an umbrella, but his father didn’t — he was protected … Continue reading
Friday 6-1-12: paint-rollers
Mrs CJ left me a voicemail, and I phoned her back in the evening. I told her about the paint-rollers in the garage. She said that she and Mr CJ had been painting a fence one day. The Old Man … Continue reading
Tuesday 3-1-12: taken alarmingly ill
After returning to Suburbia Somnolenta, I phoned Dr & Dr LA and cousin Z. Cousin Z’s great-granddaughter has been hospitalised with croup. She is approaching her second birthday. Cousin Z and her partner are hoping to downsize from their bungalow … Continue reading
Monday 2-1-12: house of blue lights
At 16:45, I noticed that the deep blue Christmas lights in the house further up Acacia Grove had been switched back on. The Christmas lights of the other houses were still off. [Original posting 2 January 2013]
Pulling no punches
“It’s a barbaric sport,” the Old Man would often remark, unprompted, while he was watching boxing on TV. [Original posting 29 December 2012]
Wednesday 28-12-11: adolescence
Mr Jebec told me that he was tired after Christmas — for one thing, he had been assembling toys. “You ought to delegate that to your eldest,” I joked. Mr Jebec replied that these days, it was difficult to get … Continue reading
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