1. The smell that rises from two platters of fruit salad. On this grey almost November day, the colours seem wonderful and exotic.
2. I am reading while I wait. Through the story I hear the voice I am waiting for, and it pulls me back to the London street.
3. As we take our seats on the train, Nick lifts the armrest between us.
Shut in, three quick strokes and event.
1. I'm with the glossy white-haired ladies in hot pink and emerald green and china blue linen waiting for the department store to open i...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. Oli has written a poem describing how Tunbridge Wells makes him veer between wanting to fall in love and wanting to shoot people. Which i...
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1. The cottage across the carpark is covered in scaffolding. Now that the roofers have gone home, the family has climbed up to see the view ...