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    Rite of Passage – A Short Story

    I have written a short story for the writer’s workshop tomorrow. The theme this month is “Rite of Passage”. Ella looked around the table at the familiar faces, suddenly aware that it would be the last time that they would all sit together. Sure, they would meet again when everyone was home for the holidays but the days of lounging for hours, lingering over chai lattes, sharing a low fat muffin, while discussing school work, these days were almost over. So many hours had been spent here in Starbucks, and soon she would be drinking her chai latte alone, at least until she had made some friends. An outgoing girl,…

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    Stationery Blues

    The Stapler Of Doom I would at this point like to complain about my new stapler. I think I mentioned that I bought a new stapler recently. There is something very satisfying about browsing a stationery department, it really is one of my favourite past times. I compare the merits of the 8×13 index cards to the 10×15 coloured ones, test the pens to see which one writes most smoothly, slobber over filing systems. Last week my son broke our stapler, by way of rather over enthusiastic stapling, so I set off to buy a new one. I had not had time to unpack and glory in my new stapler…

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    Things that we take for granted

    Recently a friend lost her brother and today I shared a recipe that I had been given by my brother. It made me think about the things, the people we take for granted and how lucky I am to have such a fantastic family. Seldom do we tell our loved ones how much they mean to us. It is sloppy, silly and we feel embarrassed to share the feelings that we have. We know that they are aware of our feelings, we know that they are secure in our love. Perhaps that is why we feel able to keep our feelings to ourselves. So today I am sharing with anyone…

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    The tale of Boris the cat

    I am looking after the neighbours cats while they are away and when I went to bring them in there was no sign of Boris the tabby. I called and called and even got the emergency tuna bribe out of the cellar. Still no Boris. After we had our meal I had another look. I was beginning to get worried as it had started to rain, with thunder and lightning. Another hour passed and I was out again, scouring the neighbourhood for bloody Boris. Dad shouted from our house that they had found the cat. He had been hiding under Mum and Dads’ bed and when Mum went down to…

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    On the plane to Scotland

    I am on my way to Edinburgh for SIL-to-be’s Henny Night. Tonight we will get down and dirty at the Boyzone concert in Glasgow. It is a bit strange, travelling without the kids. I have time to look around me and notice things. Like the couple ahead of me in the queue to get on the plane. Snazzy red trousers, Bavarian jacket and golf gloves. Or are they driving gloves? You know the thing I mean, beige gloves made of leather and mesh material with the Velcro fastening on back of the hand. The weirdest thing was that his wife was wearing a matching pair of gloves. He is sitting…