Tag Archives: March

Dull day

Saturday 31 March 2012 The weather is dull and chilly. I don’t get much done. I hear Charlie and Karl again, and so I reckon they must be here for the full weekend. Someone next door is playing the cornet, … Continue reading

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Back to the best

Friday 30 March 2012 Bert’s is open again. However, there are few customers while I am in the shop. On the forecourt are the blue car, and at the opposite side a heating engineer’s big black van. A small silver … Continue reading

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Parliamo Italiano

Thursday 29 March 2012 This morning at 08:30 I hear the Explorer set off from home with his father. His mother stays at home. As he leaves, his mother says, “Ciao, bye,” to him, and he responds simply: “Ciao.” [Original … Continue reading

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Day-trip to Cathedral City

Saturday 24 March 2012 I drive to Cathedral City and spend the afternoon at the house of Mr & Mrs AR, with Dr & Dr LA, and Mrs SG and her partner Mr NT. Mr & Mrs VM are scheduled … Continue reading

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The final daffodils

Thursday 22 March 2012 I cut six daffodils for myself, and six for Mrs CJ which I present to her at her front door. “The final daffodils,” I comment. Mrs CJ has only just got up, having felt unwell overnight. … Continue reading

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Fire risk

Wednesday 21 March 2012 In the pantry, I find a plastic jug with a pattern of concentric circles on its distorted base. In the jug there is a thin film of dust. The Old Man must have used the jug … Continue reading

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Mr Moody

Tuesday 20 March 2012 Before lunch, there is a knock on the front door. The caller is Mr Moody, whose firm is renewing the rendering at Mr & Mrs Kingdom’s house. Speaking in a heavy Peakville accent, he suggests that … Continue reading

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Below expectations

Monday 19 March 2012 When I am getting ready to leave for Peakville, I hear a sound like someone shaving. (That sound has been familiar to me since my childhood, because the Old Man used to shave with a safety … Continue reading

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Drawerful of cutlery

Monday 12 March 2012 At school-run time this morning, the mother of Small Boy and Tiny Boy parks her silver hatchback outside the Old Man’s house, partly on the pavement and near the boundary with Mr & Mrs CJ’s property. … Continue reading

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On a glorious day

Sunday 11 March 2012 At 08:20, from my bedroom window, I see a dark-haired young woman in a pink dressing-gown walk out of the back door of number 32, and go to hang out some washing on her washing-line. I … Continue reading

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