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Beetlepoppers and Ferry Cakes

Every family – however big, however small – has its own secret language. One known, and amusing, only to themselves. Even the little nuclear family of my husband, Gerald C Dalek, Arthur C Rat, Mr Fish and I have our … Continue reading

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“To begin at the beginning … “

It began with a letter, in an innocuous, light weight blue envelope. Except it didn’t. In fact, both paper and envelope were white. Only the ink hinted at the writer’s individuality. My correspondent used a fountain pen. The look of … Continue reading

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