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“It’s behind you…” or how panto rekindled my love of writing

The start of something. I’m hanging curtains when there’s a knock on the door. We’ve moved eighty miles and lived here for two days. I know no-one. Who on earth could it be? From the battered Land Rover parked across my driveway, I guess the man standing on my doorstep is the farmer at the top of our lane. He’s …

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The teacher:

“Suzanna can read already,” says the Mother. “She reads really well.” The Teacher looks at the child with long blonde plaits hiding behind the Mother’s skirt. So far she’s refused to take off her coat or speak. This child is going to be hard work when she joins the class next week. The Teacher forces a smile. There’s one final …

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The baby: it was a dark and snowy night …

It was a dark and snowy night … 5.30 am. It’s the end of March but flurries of snow fall softly around the bungalow on the corner; a perfect white blanket spoiled only by the footsteps of the midwife to the front door. Lights burn in every window. The mother paces the floor. It’s the first child, the first grand-child. …