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    Alfred – The End

    George and Gladys – I miss you so much. Brighton has just not been the same since you relocated. Shanie (The Border Collie) I hope you are having fun with Kimble in dog heaven xxxx Her grandfather…

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    Alfred Part 2

    “Migrants take all new jobs in Britain reads the Rants headline followed by a story about how impossible it is to get a job in the UK if you are British. As well as this story there…

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    Alfred

    Chug chug chug the Mother’s train pulls into Brighton Station, The sun is shining, and the children are back at school. It’s a perfect day to hit the beach. But, the Mother is not going anywhere near…

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    Lady Business Part 2

    There was a pause, a moment of uncertainty, a chance to save himself, but then a defiant, “Yeah, Mum, I do.” Taking a deep breath, the Mother replied,  “Do you want the short explanation or the long…

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    Lady Business! Part 1

    Has your son ever asked you about periods?”  asked the Mother’s friend Larissa one day, completely out of the blue. “Oh, God, yeah, he’s asked me about 100 times, ‘Mum, what are those cotton wool things in…

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    Hair – part 3

    The hair salon itself is less ominous than the sinister rooms below, and once upstairs, she begins to relax again. Soon, she is plonked down in a comfy black chair, eagerly waiting for a hair wash. A…

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    Hair – part 2

    This subterranean bunker always reminds the Mother of one thing and one thing alone – a backstreet abortionist. She isn’t sure if it’s the smell, the hideous cyclamen pink walls or the sterile metal bed. But all…

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    Hair

    It is Saturday morning, and the kids have been packed off to their grandparents for the weekend. The house is silent, peaceful and, best of all, tidy. The Mother is feeling especially jubilant today, not just because…

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    The Iron Lady – part 2

    On arrival at the swimming pool, the Mother took her group to the girls’ communal changing area, and quickly chaos ensued. The second the girls were out of sight of the Iron Lady, their volume went through…

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    The Iron Lady

    The story continues at the Church of Immaculate Conception Primary School “Esther, you’ll be in Year 5 today,” said the receptionist abruptly as the Mother arrived the next morning. Her name wasn’t actually Ester but she was…