The Sincerest For Of Poetry
Apprenticed To My Mother
Walking Into Trouble
Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle
The Last Will Of Sven Andersen
Booms And Busts
Buster & Moo
Salisbury Square
My Father and Other Liars
Life In A Conversation
Life, in a Grain of Sand
Life In A Flash
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The Secret Diary Of A First Time F.O.F.; part seventeen
This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits August 18th: 9.01am: Am first in queue of two at sportswear emporia ahead of same whippet thin woman from gymnasium yesterday. She asks after my well-being and am touched … Continue reading
The Secret Diary Of A First Time FOF; part fourteen
This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits August 5th: 8.47am. Stumble into Centre of Planning, formerly known as the dining room. Have slightly dusty head after wine tasting session with Male Heir and Fiancé to debate … Continue reading
The Secret Diary Of A First Time FOF; Part Twelve
This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits July 31st Woken at seven by panicked First Born. ‘Uncle Rodney.’ Rodney is First of Her Name’s elder brother. He is a consultant urologist and makes novelty door knobs … Continue reading
The Secret Diary Of A First Time FOF; Part Eleven
This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits July 24th. Am just deciding between jam and marmalade when First Of Her Name announces that today we are choosing shoes. Since marmalade is gift from Fiancé’s mother, the … Continue reading
The Secret Diary Of A First Time FOF; part nine
This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits July 10th. While at morning ablutions, am told cake designer due at 10am and I will ‘entertain’ her until First Born and First Of Her Name return from the … Continue reading
The Secret Diary Of A First Time FOF; part eight
This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits July 4th. 9.02am. Any idea that Independence Day might be enjoyed in this corner of Merrie Oldie England is shattered by First Of Her Name’s daily strategy call with … Continue reading
The Secret Diary Of A First Time FOF; Part Seven
This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits July 1st. Told to meet First Of Her Name in town ‘to help me chose.’ Terror grips all morning as I speculate what it is I am to help … Continue reading
The Secret Diary Of A First Time FOF; Part Six
This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits June 30th: Fitting day. The Fiancé, The Best Man, The Male Heir and me are to have our suits fitted. There is a light-hearted feeling as we arrive at … Continue reading
The Secret Diary Of A First Time FOF; Part Five
This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits June 20th. Call at work from First Of Her Name. ‘Call her. Sort it.’ Mind in turmoil I call the First Born. ‘Hi sweetness. Mum told…’ ‘She’s impossible.’ That … Continue reading
The Secret Diary Of A First Time FOF; Part Four
This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits June 13th: Visit the chosen venue. Palladium columns at entrance, fresco pained on ceiling in reception. The place oozes class and old money, clearly kept afloat by new money: … Continue reading
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