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A Kentishman in Spain

“It’s a right scorcher, today is,” said Jonty. “I know,” said Maggie. “I can’t do anything. I can’t even think straight.” “Should’ve stayed at home,” said Jonty. “What? You’ve been moaning about rain and cold all winter,” said Margaret. “That’s

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House Share

The morning after our housewarming party, Caroline was in an exuberant mood. “I know! Let’s go on a picnic!” “Not so loud,” groaned Ron from the sofa. He’d been on that sofa when I went to bed at two in

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The Unexpected

“Something a tad unexpected happened to me on the way to the office,” I said. “Unexpected?” Sandra’s eyes were wide. “Your sleeve’s hanging off your suit, your toes are poking out of your shoe and you’re meeting the clients in

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Foot in Mouth Disease

Let me introduce you to Ivy. She’s one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet. Never says no to anything. Oh yes, she could speak for herself but, not to put too fine a point on it, it may be

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Talking about Books

There is nothing more chilling than the silence that falls when you think you’ve just said something clever. Only the other day, I met this girl in the pub. We got chatting and I thought she liked me. I was

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Haute Couture

Sarah’s reflection in the mirror would have been perfect until Ralph’s frowning face appeared over her bare shoulder. The ends of his moustache drooped with a look of dismay. “This dress is perfect,” she said. “What are you looking so

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The 390 to the North

The day began so well that I should have known the man upstairs had his clown suit on. I caught the 390 bus to Tufnell Park, where my friends would be waiting. Saturday afternoon in the pub and Chelsea in

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Bertha’s Handbag

“You can have the chocolate when we get home, Sam,” said Bertha. “You promised to be good and I promised you the chocolate if you were. But until we get home, I can’t tell if you were good the whole

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The Magnet’s Pupils

I swear, we only wanted a coffee until Phil set eyes on the barista. He walked into the place, took one look at her, then grabbed Andy and I and bundled us outside. “What d’you think?” “Huh?” Andy wasn’t the

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The Casual Conjurings of Perchance to Dream

What would happen if a Second World War Spitfire pilot found himself in the ancient Greek underworld? That was the starting point for Perchance to Dream, which became my first published short story. That was longer ago than I care

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