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Show me the earth

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Show me the earth, I said he smiled and cupped his hands like a maltster might or a coffee merchant to show me the soil which richly crumbled between his fingers.   I could tell by the ingrained dirt that here was a man hewn of the earth a son of toil, and so twenty sacks,…

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We are made of memories

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we are made of memories we met somewhere before   first day at school seems like yesterday I wore a new blazer like a tortoise would its shell   a coal shed, a first kiss fumblings in the dark that coal dust smell I can conjure it at will   walking along the sand somewhere…

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On Church Road

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On Church Road

Our lunch on the first Sunday of February was very special. Just five of us were around the table – my wife Rohan, myself, our two sons and my sister – and for the occasion the number was exactly right. Only a few days before, Rohan had been discharged from hospital and this feast was…

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Spread a little happiness

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Spread a little happiness

Maybe it’s a generation thing but I am not, nor never have been, a natty dresser. Quality yes, fashion no. Indeed, for many years I aspired to the anonymous dress style of a deputy bank manager. Nowadays, if I do wear something fashionable, it is almost certainly a gift from someone in touch – usually my…

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The order of things

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The order of things

On my haunches on the garage floor, aged eight My father’s oil-grained hand reaches out from under the car I place a bright chrome wrench in his outstretched palm No, not that one, not yet!  He can tell by the feel – No, I need the three-eighth Whitworth! Its heavy maw hints at gas pipes…

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All’s well that ends well

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All’s well that ends well

Near misses seem to be part of my life. Around six years ago it was cycling accident. It was raining and I drove into what looked like a shallow puddle. Minutes later, I found myself on my back with a passer-by asking questions, blood coming from my forehead, my crash helmet broken, the bike frame…

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Tongue untied

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Tongue untied

It is said that the language we use influences the way we think and feel, and possibly even how our minds develop and decline. For those who are bilingual or more, it introduces all sorts of interesting dimensions. So when conversing, for example, there are choices to be made consciously or otherwise as to the language…

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The sausage dog and Mrs Toad

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The sausage dog and Mrs Toad

What a summer of poisoning it has been! At an international level we learned that President Putin had started employing tasters to check that there was nothing untoward in his food. In the UK, the government announced its plans to hold a public enquiry into the death by radiation poisoning of the Russian secret agent…

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