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Writers’ Group’s March Meet

Early, I was shortly joined by John Atherton I offered a glass of wine to. Catherine and Jacqui took seats at the table I sat by and John, who’d been sitting apart, shifted to its social centre. Room was made … Continue reading

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Kick in the Head and the Sandie Bradshaw Meet

My great nephew said he was shit and when I went to reassure him he wasn’t he’d unfriended me on Facebook, unable to reconcile me with Warrington boys. Not being able to reach him did ny head in and the … Continue reading

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