Tag Archives: humour

A Life In The Day… #writephoto

‘So Albertine Mayfly, any moment now it will be dawn on your Big Day and…’ ‘My only day.’ ‘Well, that’s true but…’ ‘Though I suppose that’s merely the average, so some Mayflies may pop their clogs earlier and some go … Continue reading

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The Real Meaning Of…

As I sit and try and make sense of the conundrum that is Brexit and, of course fail, I realise so many of the words I keep hearing have hidden meanings that might explain some of what is going down … Continue reading

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Four Days Before The Nuptials #humour

Another piece of fiction … of course Florist rings while First of Her Name is shopping with the Mother of the Groom for suitable shoes. Apparently lilies are ‘hors de combat’ whatever that means in terms of foliage and would … Continue reading

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Five days before the nuptials #humour #fiction

This is entirely fictional…. of course Am woken to cheery singing from postie with yet more deliveries for First Born. Feeling dusty as I answer door (yesterday’s Shiraz not as good quality as I thought) decide said singing is aural … Continue reading

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Taking Dictation #writephoto #humour #alternativehistory

‘Morning Moses.’ ‘Morning God. Looks like it might turn out nice.’ ‘You fishing for a hint? You had a flutter on a sunny one, have you?’ ‘God. How could you think such a thing?’ ‘Hmm. And the fam? The missus … Continue reading

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Seven Days Before The Nuptials; Memories of a First Time Father of the Bride To Be

My daughter married the most delightful man over the Bank Holiday weekend in August. We had the most splendid time. The following is nothing like what happened. Really… We had a registry office ceremony the day before the Big Event … Continue reading

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Day Eight #storytime

Day Eight Terry Godd sat slumped and looked mournfully at the cheery man opposite. ‘And?’ Dr Pattison Abraham tapped his fingertips together nervously. ‘You need rest.’ ‘Rest? I can’t rest. I’ve got to finish this commission or…’ Terry gasped as … Continue reading

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