KazG

I’ve composed mine. I just haven’t written it down yet…

You see, what Mrs High and Mighty Rachel Jacobs doesn’t realise is that every time her big shiny car overlaps my drive, I go and walk by it – and I knock her door mirror flat. Of course, it’s an expensive mirror with an expensive motor, and one day my efforts will make that motor fail. Sometimes I brush against the side, just casually. And if I…[Read more]

The cell was as dark as it was damp, and it would reek all the worse but for the bitter cold. There were others in here, though Robin could not count them, in his head or by his fingers, which he could not see when placed in front of his face. The brief light that had the poor wretches holding their hands to theirs, told him there had to be ten or…[Read more]

I am still working too. I need the constant (but lovely) stream of guests we’ve had this month to finish so I have a bit more time.

Sorry Kate: this stemmed from the couple of ideas I was playing with before I went away last week. Lack of time then (and little in the foreseeable with a kitchen about to be installed) this was what I came up with.

‘I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.’

I was taken aback by how irritated I was by the first part of this quo…[Read more]

Brilliant. Love that

Yeah, works. Nice one! Love the sound of the story and the dynamic between these characters x

Yup, that works.