Tag Archives: World War II

Red

Posted on January 12, 2020 by

She’s proud of her delicate feet, her fine ankles and shapely, slender calves, bare below her petticoat.   The red shoes are her favourites. She wears them for luck, to charm the eye of – whomever.   The journey was … Continue reading →

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Patriotic thoughts, while on a level crossing

Posted on February 3, 2015 by

The train’s clattering out of the station with a bit of a wheeze. She may run on electricity – but she whines a lot. I’ve just been told, by a new British citizen, that this is the oldest electric railway … Continue reading →

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A nice cup of tea and a bunker

Posted on November 7, 2012 by

Oh God. Kelly’s heading my way with that moronic morning smile on her face. “Ready for our cup of tea are we, Edith?” We? We? Ye gods! Is she fetching two straws with it? What I’d give for a gin … Continue reading →

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