Your mum

– Tap the icon. Yes. – No, not that one. The other one. The one with the camera. – Have you got it? – Ok, yes. The camera icon. – Icon. – Eye. Con. – It’s a graphic. An image. A little square. It represents the app. – Yes. – Yes, an app. – An […]

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Forty Two

The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th’s mail cascaded to the ground. Mark grabbed his Spider-Man dressing gown and ran from the top of the stairs to the bottom. There he sat, crossed legged on the matt shuffling through the letters like a terrible dining room magician. “Bill. Bill. […]

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Balloon

Today had been such a good day. The big English breakfast with sausages, bacon, eggs and beans followed by a walk amongst the gigantic looming pine trees. A trip to the park – the one with the slide that almost reaches the sky – and ice cream with sweet, sticky strawberry sauce and sprinkles all […]

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