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Poor Helen

Poor Helen was backing a wheelbarrow, tripped, and fell down to the next terrace – about 5ft. In the way of these things, at first she thought she’d cracked her ribs, and then she rather thought she hadn’t, so she carried on working. Then her ribcage told her this was a bad idea so she went to lie down. And getting up at lunchtime was seriously unpleasent, so they went…

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Too busy

Well I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, just for a change. I’m doing one online course on character emotions, and another on copywriting. It’s not that I want to write leaflets to sell double-glazing (nobody wants that in English here anyway). I want to be able to sell my own stuff from my website, and I want to write query letters so good that editors just have to…

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S/C Flea Market

On the first Sunday of every month, the port car park gets taken over by a flea market. It’s only small, but I love it. This morning a couple of hours slipped by very fast. There’s an amazing variety of stuff on sale. For some reason there are lots of flowers, plants and vegetables. This morning I stocked up on herbs. Most of the stuff is cheap, but this stall…

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