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” Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and … Continue reading
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Rochester, Kent, has a special place in my heart. I first discovered Rochester as a young girl. We were in Sheerness Kent and set out for a wonderful summer’s day with promises to be home by tea time. With change … Continue reading
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I like wandering about. When I do, it’s always great fun to look up and see a blue disc above a doorway, informing me that this is where Charles Dickens lived, this is where Pepys ate lunch. It gives one … Continue reading
Write On- Write Like Hemingway I found a fun website to play with the other day, I Write Like. The site analyzes your writing with an algorithm that is beyond my attention span. I just can’t be bothered to find … Continue reading
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The Great British Sunday Lunch- Lillian Gish and Jockey’s Whips– why that’s Cockney for Fish and Chips! My dad would have boxed my ears to hear such words uttered from my dainty mouth. Proper words for a proper English girl … Continue reading
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It snowed the other day. Ted, my trusty wire fox terrier, decided that my hours at the desk were done, and it was now his time for his walk. We set off into the city woods, an acre or two … Continue reading
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