Most days, I spend a fair bit of time in the small third bedroom. It no longer has a bed in it, just some bookcases, a big desk with my PC on it, and the second hand office chair I have enjoyed sitting in for some years now. The room is always referred to as … Continue reading Ollie And My Office

This is the twelfth part of a fiction serial, in 780 words. It may contain some swear-words. Teddy turns up unexpectedly. Once Gloria had left for work that Sunday morning, Alan got the jiffy bag from the spare room, and checked over the .22. He stripped it, reassembled it, then loaded 10 rounds into the … Continue reading The Job: Part Twelve

Some years ago, a person here told me about some feral cats living in Beetley. I never encountered one, and thought he was probably teasing me, regarding me as a ‘City Boy’ who had moved to the countryside. Yesterday was very humid, and after Ollie had taken two dips in the river to cool down, … Continue reading Ollie And The Feral Cat