Vissi d’arte

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Saturday 30th June I was tending my garden this morning to the sound of a mandolin. I should probably make something Woolf-ish out of that – one feels it’s rather the sort of… Continue reading

Mamma Mia!

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Friday 29th June I should like to add a dissenting voice to all the praise that has been heaped on Mamma Mia!, which I watched last night for the second time. I didn’t… Continue reading

Writing competitions

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Thursday 28th June I go in for a lot of short story competitions. That’s to say, I have done, although rather less so lately, being, as I am, more given to writing plays.… Continue reading

Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours

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Wednesday 27th June I’m a city girl, I am, a life-long Brummie, but when I took early retirement from teaching, we decided to have a complete change and move to Devon (lots of… Continue reading

Clare versus the Literary World

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Tuesday 26th June Having got your attention with some nice nosh, I’ll say a bit about my writing. I suppose I’m a (very) late bloomer, really, but none the less sincere and ambitious.… Continue reading

Ratatouille

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Monday 25th June Cook’s corner to start my week with. Updated a recipe for ratatouille. Nothing special? That’s all you know, folks. I got the original from the lovely film of the same… Continue reading

The forty-second writer on the blog is..

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The forty-second writer on the blog is Clare Girvan. Clare escaped from inner city teaching in Birmingham last century to live in a pretty Devon estuary town with her journalist husband and three cats, and… Continue reading

Monologue.

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I never knew what it was about him. He wasn’t like any other guys I’ve met before; he was sweet, funny and a gentleman. There was a funny feeling inside; it felt like I… Continue reading

The Fourtyfirst Writer on the Blog is

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The forty-first writer on the blog is Rebekah Horton Rebekah is an up and coming young play write from Devon who has a passion for creating characters and twisting plots. Diagnosed with Asperger’s… Continue reading

There Are Places

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My life has been quite a nomadic one. I was born just outside of Brighton and spent my formative years being dragged from pillar to post by a father so restless we might as… Continue reading