Gentleness and eccentricity, - that's how I remember Auntie Pearl.
Actually she had a bad start in life. Her mother wanted this, her first born, to be named Margaret...
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I don’t seem to have any stories about Judy. Perhaps by the time Malcolm had got serious about her, I had gone off to the Pacific to unwind.
Nor does Malcolm, at the...
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I recently saw again the Grand Pacific Hotel, languishing after ten years of neglect, with green algae growing up its once immaculate walls, and bidding fair to meet up with the...
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He was short and hard and wiry, his inquisitive brown eyes wide set and wondering above a broad nose and a mouth whose ready smile lost nothing from the absence of teeth between...
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You will have heard about the poor fellow who got separated from his companion in the middle of the Sahara, and was set upon by wandering Tuaregs or whatever. When his friend...
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