Category Archives: The stuff of daily life

“You see that story of that policeman attacked with a machete? That shouldn’t have happened. He should have used his taser before that man got near him to nearly kill him.” “There was one evening, it would be twenty-five years … Continue reading →

Clifford was probably a cousin of some degree. In this village, he might have been doubly a cousin, related on both sides of the family. Yet, if he was, his name has been unknown. Walking in the cemetery, where the … Continue reading →

Colouring Club meets from three o’clock to four o’clock on a Wednesday. Like the advertisement goes, it does exactly what it says on the tin. Students gather for an hour to sit and colour and to chat with their friends. … Continue reading →

I can’t remember the model of the car. It was a small Mitsubishi, the economy-sized one. Black and with a 2007 registration, it was an unprepossessing car. A green “P” plate was stuck to the hatchback, the probationary driver plate … Continue reading →

Wisps of mist lay across the fields this morning. To have descended from the hill at half past five would have meant being engulfed in a thick greyness. On Sedgemoor, there is a dampness that never quite retreats, those who … Continue reading →