Read Time 10 mins Alice Penrose was born in 1850 in a picturesque, secluded Cornish village called Portwood. After a life full of exploring the vibrations of women she admired, she returned home to the village of her birth and was laid to rest in 1924 at the age of 74. The Secluded Old Village of Portwood is […]
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Read Time 9 mins I-Mend Amend Defend Press-Send ‘Are you boys going to sit there all night with the same cold coffee?’ smiled Lady De Bora with more than a distinct hint of sarcasm, as she glided between the tables of her milieu. Lady De Bora ruled over the Crown with High Command. After all she had created this
Read Time 7 mins 333 That Street could never be described as a boring dwelling, in fact it was continuously flowing with every kind of kooky character bouncing in and out of its blue door. A blue door seemingly… this magnet, this lighthouse; this pied piper calling in the weird and wonderful from every dark corner of the globe.
Read Time 7 mins For me, a solo flyer all these years, it was a wake up call now being an employer. A boss. A mentor. A tired weary step-father of chatterboxes. It’s not that I was isolated from acquaintances of every kind because I had clients and suits and overalls bouncing in and out of 333 with frequent
Read Time 3 mins That first day I met young Embla. Job interview. She was punctual and polite with tidy grammar, my 3 major specifications. I had already mentioned these to her during the phone call we shared arranging the interview date and time and honestly I wasn’t so sure, at this moment, she would pass even this basic
Read Time 2 mins They called it ‘that’ streetWhen no sign could be foundJust this old grumpy houseShiny tower blocks surround. Its front door is blueand when you go throughthere’s many more doorsand a few extra floors. But there’s not such a viewfrom the windows you’ll seeJust skyscraper shadowsOver That 333. Alas no one lives here,not for many a
