I have been neglectful about keeping the story going. We left it, if you recall, as Friend John and I made our way from the loch where we’d dumped Iain “Bon-Bon” Colling’s top of the range four-door saloon, having, earlier that day, dumped Collings himself on a small island in the middle of another loch. … Continue reading 11th June -All the lassies shout “Hello! Where’s your hiking troosers?”
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4th May – but tell me does he kiss, like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same, when he calls your name?
Do you remember Frances? Slight, reticent; cool bob - crooked fringe; skinny legs sticking out of her ironically, other-era, mini-dress. How I loved her edgy confidence that was punctuated by giggles, as if she was withholding what she really thought about everyone else. How I wanted to tell her that I recognised something in her … Continue reading 4th May – but tell me does he kiss, like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same, when he calls your name?
