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Tag Archives: cancer
Into the night
Mum was not so well yesterday and had to be admitted to the cancer ward at the City General for care, drugs, and observations. I drove over to see for myself where we were at because sometimes only the evidence … Continue reading
Humble apologies/when a sister puts you straight
My post below appears to be full of wild inaccuracies. The true version of events as per Diane’s ‘comment’ – We did indeed do a flit to the Isle of Man, and we left early one morning … I remember … Continue reading
Posted in Nothing You Can Do, Duck
Tagged Ballasalla, cancer, Castletown, flitting, Isle of Man
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When we were Manx
After her divorce from our father Mum took us to live in the Isle of Man for a year and a half. We cleared Stoke-on-Trent in a midnight runner and journeyed over on the Isle of Man Steam Packet ferry. … Continue reading
Newquay 1972
You’d never guess that the kid on the left was the best super lightweight scrapper in any school playground you could care to mention, would you? Mother was feeling much better yesterday.
These fragments
That Knights, Liverpool photo is a picture that could only have been taken at a particular time. When you look at it you know what model of car will be parked in the streets outside. A couple of people have … Continue reading
Posted in Nothing You Can Do, Duck
Tagged cancer, Pitts Hill, Roseberry Street, Stoke-on-Trent
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Nothing You Can Do, Duck
Back in March of this year my Mum had to go into hospital. This was down in Spain where she stays for the winter on a campsite with John, her partner of twelve years or so, in their motor home. … Continue reading
Twitter/ambivalence
The bigger part of me thinks it’s just another way of frittering away valuable time, that if it had been around fifteen years ago I’d never have even managed to write a single two-page short story. On the other hand … Continue reading
Posted in It Cracks Like Breaking Skin
Tagged cancer, Christopher Hitchens, Damien Hirst, George Galloway
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