We caught up with friends this afternoon. Of course, afternoon tea. That most post-victorian activity on the planet. Afternoon tea. If you know us at all you know we’re all about afternoon tea. But there’s more going on here than meets the eye.
A neighbour of ours died yesterday. She lived next door. Down the street, on another block, in the next suburb, across town. In the next city …
Once upon a time… … a beautiful princess was returning home from the ball. In her magical golden carriage. The carriage had barely emerged from the tunnel that …
It’s hard to imagine what it’s like being in an earthquake, even when you’ve experienced a number of them. We’ve had a few quakes recently. …
My sister-in-law was in town for a very brief amount of time last weekend. She brought with her a beautiful bunch of roses from her …
Once upon a time… I wonder how many great stories start with that line… I once entered a competition to write a fairy tale, in the …
I love stories. Give me a good story and I’m gone – lost in the pages or the narrative until it’s good and done. I’ve been known …
Taking a walk at lunchtime a few weeks back I spied a woman’s shoe lying, abandoned, in a rather inaccessible spot beside the motorway. On my …
As a child Boris had spent hours constructing elaborate ‘houses’ out of playing cards. He slipped cards into the pages of books to provide sound …
“You know, if you want to avoid me, you should stop coming here.” Lea stirred from her daydream and looked around nervously. Who… ? The guy …
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