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Oily, black tears ran down his cheeks. ‘She’s still inside. Hurry. Please hurry,’ Bob screamed. Bob and Joan Eastman had lived in that same cream house for over 50 years. Six children had been raised in its rooms – three of them were now Lawyers, one a Doctor. Now it was just Bob and Joan, […]

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Had something on my mind and I was struggling to get it over in a tweet. So a small blog entry is needed to give myself more room – but not too much more i.e. I’ll be brief. Ok, my feeling is growing that the ‘Establishment‘, and by that I mean: Conservatives Labour Lib-Dems UK […]

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As the credits rolled on BBC Scotland’s Leader’s Debate it’s probably fair to say that those of us who watched all three recent debates are in need of a timeout. Five hours of televised political jousting over just a few days has certainly left me drained. That’s not to say I’m not up for some […]

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“Piss stop!” spat the Guard. Tired, chained bodies stumbled out into the baking heat. A faint peal of church bells drifted across the scrubland. In the shimmering distance the familiar whitewashed walls of a village. An old man on a donkey stopped by the track.  The donkey’s tail swished at buzzing flies. The grey-bearded man […]

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Anyone with even the remotest interest in UK politics was likely tuned it. That said, viewing figures of barely over 7 million perhaps points towards a disenfranchisement of people from politics, and politicians. In days of yore a program like this would have easily pulled in twice that audience. However, I freely admit that I […]

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“Emmy, don’t go. Don’t leave me on my own,” pleaded Maggie. The pale, translucent skin on the back of her hand shimmered as she raised a smouldering cigarette towards her lips. Emma-Jo paused to fasten the leather buckles on her green rucksack. “You’re a mess, mum. I can’t handle this, not now. No wonder dad walked […]

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Last month, Walter, and his best friend, Tommy, were mugged while walking through the park. Tommy though was a fighter, and he gave back as best he could. His courage never failed him, even, if finally, the ex-Marine’s heart did – all for the sake of a few coins, and a ripped five dollar bill. […]

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Lately I’ve been limiting my thoughts on the General Election to a maximum of 140 characters. However, there are moments when the confines of a Tweet simply won’t do. Now, is one such moment. For the last few weeks Electioneering, on both sides of the border (by Labour and Tory), has focused on the Scottish […]

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The smell of baking bread in the castle kitchens. The scalding heat of the fire. The dirty tears of  sweat trickling down the arms of the boy tending the flame. The shouts of the cook; the back of her calloused hand as she knocks  me to the floor once more. The cruel laughs of the […]

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Clumsy, nervous fingers trembled as I checked my purse for his money.  Hidden amongst the crisp dollar bills I spotted a picture of my boys. What would they think of their mother if they could see her now? It didn’t matter, I needed to do this. For years I hadn’t felt like a real woman; […]

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Eric Valois hadn’t seen or heard from the man in over a month. Truth was he’d felt uneasy about selling one of his young truffle pigs to someone he didn’t know, but the man’s enthusiasm and confidence had helped to put Eric’s mind at ease – as did the price he received. Approaching the mist-covered […]

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Got to be honest and say that I totally missed the first season of ITV’s seaside detective drama, Broadchurch, when it first aired. Instead it took a seven hour flight back from a holiday in Dubai for me to finally catch up. Unfortunately, as our plane was only 15 minutes from touching down in Glasgow, […]

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Hillfield was an innocent, forgotten place before the hailstorm – before the barking began. It was Manny Harding’s snarling collies who cornered me in the park. Emptiness, where once docile brown eyes looked out lovingly upon anyone who stopped to stroke their black and white fur. Miss Mulberry’s Pekinese , a spiteful, feted beast who’d […]

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A couple of nights ago I read a passage within the pages of Margaret George’s superb ‘The Autobiography of Henry VIII’ which stopped me in my tracks. Not long after the death of Catherine Howard, a conversation is taking place between an aging Henry and an ambassador sent forth from the Court of King James […]

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