Once upon a time I was a motel receptionist. We worked back-to-back shifts: 3pm - 11pm followed by 7am - 3pm, and around again starting at 3pm the following day. When I finished at 11pm, I handed over to the night porter. Returning at 7am, he handed back to me. His tales of what had happened overnight … Continue reading CHAMELEON
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A Study in Procrastination
I promised myself that I would start writing another book at the beginning of October. No more procrastination. No more mulling over themes. It will be the novelised story of my great-grandmother leaving a comfortable lower middle-class life in industrialised Bradford, Yorkshire, coming on her own to Australia, and (not) making good. A rags to … Continue reading A Study in Procrastination
Liz Thurlow, Part Nine: Lies and More Lies
'The usual?' Bob was already reaching for the gin bottle. 'Why would it be any different?' Liz's tone was waspish, unnecessarily sarcastic. She was still feeling fragile, off-balance. Bob gave her a hard look as he poured the gin and tonic. Liz turned back to the stove. Bob took his beer around to the other side … Continue reading Liz Thurlow, Part Nine: Lies and More Lies
The Reluctant Retiree 