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110 Graduation Day

“Faster, please, Beatrice. Tempus fugit!”   

"Dude, it may be icy, but it's a wheelchair you're in, not a bob-sleigh! And we've still got 30 minutes to get there - chill!"

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109 Hang Ten

In anticipation of the annual surf trip, I am always conscious of my Christmas Day alcohol intake. Each year, I decline Kian’s offer of a nightcap. 

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108 A Walk in the Park

‘Won’t be long Mary love.’ I called goodbye like I always do and pulled the front door shut. I walk through Clissold Park most afternoons after lunch, have done for twenty years or so...

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107 The Less Fortunate

My mother and I had a tacit agreement not to make eye contact during school hours. When the clip clopping of her Headteacher high heels stopped at my classroom door I looked down at my desk, suddenly absorbed in long division.

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105 Cyfannedd Fach

The cottage is as they left it. Each time they return he holds his breath, as if it might have disappeared in their absence. But the crumbling sheep barn is still there...

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