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The Punchline is Macchiato

I admit that I may have been lonely. If I hadn’t been, I’d probably have reacted to a well-coiffed man shoving a microphone under my nose by mumbling something and ducking into the nearest Starbucks to buy a coffee I

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Fried Nostalgia for Breakfast

  The trouble with having guests staying overnight was that they tried to thank Tom by making him breakfast. It took all his restraint not to manhandle them the pair of them into the living room and just when he

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Blue Reminiscence

My favourite colour is blue because it reminds me of you. I think it started with the cornflower dress you were wearing when we first met. Do you remember that? No? I’ll never forget the way it set off your

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Flavour of a Guest

I like unexpected guests. The element of surprise gives them a piquant flavour. This one looks particularly wholesome. Young, female, wearing a chequered shirt that suggests she sees herself as a practical sort of person and heeled her boots that

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Conflict Resolution with Tea

The sound of the television hit Janice as soon as she opened the front door. Nothing unusual about that. Nor was it unusual to find Ron and Quintin on opposite ends of the sofa, staring at the screen. What was

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Do You Remember the Bluebells?

This month, our favourite place is full of flowers. Yes, that’s right, they’re dandelions. Clever girl. Do you remember last year, when there were bluebells as well? No? Well, a year’s a longer time for you than for me. Long

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Prime Minister Johnson

“I have the briefing on the North Korea situation here, Prime Minister,” said Janet to the back of his head. The Prime Minister didn’t look around. “Not now, Beth. Can’t you see I’m having my hair done?” “Yes, Prime Minister,

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For Want of an Acerbic Metaphor

This morning’s breakfast was buttered toast, coffee with milk and three sugars and sour grapes. The coffee and toast came from my kitchen. The sour grapes came from skimming the arts pages of the Telegraph on my tablet. They splashed

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Your Mood in the Sea

When I want to know whether it’s one of your happy days or one of your sad days, I stand at the window and watch the sea. It’s safer than watching you. With my back to our home, the sea

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Green in my Desert

I lay where I fell on the desert sands until the figure shimmered out of the ochre dust. Its hazy outline resolved into limbs, a torso and a head that were the green of seedlings given life by rain. “What’s

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