Read Time 10 minsAlice 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 […]
333 That Number 9
Read Time 9 minsI-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 […]
333 That Lady
Read Time 7 mins333 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 […]
333 That Janitor
Read Time 7 minsFor 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. […]
333 That Paint
Read Time 3 minsThat 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 […]
333 That Street
Read Time 2 minsThey 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 […]