The line of residents, clutching an assortment of junk that, on any other day, would’ve been left anonymously on the doorstep of our sole charity shop, snaked over the stately home’s manicured lawn.Read
“Apart from that one day,” gushed our tanned hostess, clicking to another piggin’ image of their holiday apartment bathroom, the basin bedecked with lotus petals, “it was the break of a lifetime.”Read
Our MP has admitted his public announcement that plans to turn the parish primary into a ‘super school’ are still on track contained some minor inaccuracies.Read
“This doesn’t feel right,” I whispered while delicately placing another fragile bone China item, clothed in newspaper, in one of the many cardboard boxes scattered on the floor.Read
Oh joyous day! At last the police have relented and given we community-minded members of Neighbourhood Watch the ‘teeth’ to combat what little crime there is in our rural backwater.Read
“Mike Lockley...” I took a deep breath, clasped my wife’s hand and smiled smugly as the man in the over-sized papier mache head bounced manically beside me. “Stop Bears Dancing On Hot Plates Party…”Read
“Innkeeper,” the beer-bellied individual with scratchings in his shaggy beard boomed across the crowded snug, “we come in search of your finest porter.”Read