Mr Scrubbly’s lucky, five pound note
Mr Scrubbly set his big brass alarm clock for two o’ clock in the morning. A time he knew Mrs Grubbly would be fast asleep and snoring like a big, … Continue reading →
Mr Scrubbly’s glasses go missing
Mr Scrubbly couldn’t find his glasses. He looked and looked and looked, and kept on looking but still couldn’t find them. He looked on the table by the side of … Continue reading →
Mrs Grubbly’s and Mr Scrubbly’s Saturday Morning
Mrs Grubbly wouldn’t get out of bed. “It’s Saturday,” she said to Mr Scrubbly each time he told her she’d better get up. The whole house was higgledy-piggledy with the … Continue reading →
Mrs Grubbly’s Valentime’s Surprise
Clink-clank. Mr Scrubbly heard the letterbox and sat up with a start. He looked towards the hallway to see a big white envelope flip-flop onto the coconut mat by the … Continue reading →
An American Husband – An American Trilogy 3
“Our Betty should never’ve wed ‘im in fust place,” announced Betty Touchette’s mother. “Any normal gal wi’ nowt fer brains but old tripe woulda knew it were doomed fore they … Continue reading →
Life imitating literature
When I first wrote Old Miguel and The Circus about a decade ago, I was trying to stretch suspension of disbelief to its very outer limit. Old Miguel’s tale of … Continue reading →
Purple Haze – Jimi Hendrix
Apart from being the title of one of the all time greats, Purple Haze was also the name of an acid tab sold around London in the late 1960s. Both … Continue reading →
El Levante
Sometimes it howls in for a couple of days, at others it rages a week or more. Nerves tatter and tempers fray. A wind like no other, the longer it … Continue reading →
An American Abroad – An American Trilogy 2
Out of all the places there was to go, I never did figure out why Betty wanted haul our asses back to Leicester. In my book it stank. Just the … Continue reading →
An American Trilogy – The New Teacher
Like a pile of autumn leaves scattered by a sudden gust, the realisation reached every corner of the playground in a trice. The moment he stepped through the gates of … Continue reading →
Enough for a Lifetime 2
Four hundred and eighty pounds in fifties and twenties, two fifty euro notes, three twenties, a ten, a couple of fives and a handful of mixed loose change. Where had … Continue reading →
My Beautiful Aunt
Whether skiing woodland trails, or hiking mountain ranges, Aunt Helga knew nothing if not to be the centre of attraction. For her it was the most natural place in the … Continue reading →