Saturday 31 March 2018
Wednesday 28 March 2018
Tuesday 27 March 2018
Monday 26 March 2018
Raining in England
In
England it was raining and no one had a word to say about their downfall that
had happened so quickly it had caught them unawares.
“Let’s
come back in the summer,” said one who was soaked to the bone and staring out
from under his umbrella.
They’d
arrived at the last coal mine in England but it was closed, shut down forever
by the government that owned the mine and who would buy their coal cheaper
elsewhere.
“What
a dismal place,” said the old seadog still swaying on his land legs.
“We’ll
head south,” said Master Ying into his soggy fish and chips.
“And
I shall write a strongly worded letter of complaint,” said Blue-Jane reaching
into her bag that was full of rainwater.
“Drat,”
she said and pulled her wet hand out and looked at it as if it was moderately
evil and transfixed with the notion to make her life hard.
Saturday 17 March 2018
Friday 16 March 2018
Thursday 15 March 2018
Wednesday 14 March 2018
Wednesday 7 March 2018
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