Does everyone else of my age repeatedly get quizzed on how it feels to grow old? That’s my experience, unless I’m imagining things. “Grandpa, what’s it like to be eighty-seven?” Some things the little darlings can perfectly well see for themselves; they know that I tend to wobble just a trifle as I walk; they...
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All around the Wrekin
They used to say – and perhaps they still do – that when you tackle something in a ... (2)
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Renaissance man
The Tankerton bus drew up. The passenger door opened and the bus ... (3)
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Of words and their worth
At least seventy years have gone by since I first discovered the delight of playing ... (1)
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The Man From the Ministry
Graham Dukes falls back on a long-dead poet to get him out of a tight spot… Let ... (2)
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The Eureka trail
Eureka? Wasn’t that Archimedes’ cry of triumph, two-and-a-half millennia ago, ... (3)
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Daydreaming
Do you daydream? I suspect you do, just now and again. Many of the people whom I know ... (3)
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The Great Pears Soap Disaster
It is one of those small comforts of the morning bath routine. The merest sniff has ... (329)
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