CHAPTER FIVE of Splinters from a Personal Log THE EGYPT EXPERIENCE

After the unfortunate incident of the tea party, the relationship between Lorna and me drifted into the doldrums. Neither of us knew quite what to do.

Jay’s Journal Part 11

So just when I have decided to put Mark out of my life for good, I discover that he is sick, and I am riddled with guilt at what I’d said to him the last time we met. I have racked my brains wondering how I could find out what was wrong with him. But Charlene is not talking to anybody in the village since the bust up at Axis, so nobody knows anything.

Chapter 2 – the Baby of the Family by Philip Mansfield

Greenwich – the mid 1930s

As far as I could ascertain, the family moved to Greenwich in about 1934, it may well have been earlier, but whenever it was, I did not recall the move at all. My first recollections were just a few years prior to starting my first school which was at Royal Hill Primary School in Greenwich in September 1936.

I WISH I HAD SEEN by Marion Twyman

I wish I had seen the inside of the café before I went in. It was raining hard and very cold, and there was half an hour before my bus was due, so, seeing the word ‘CAFÉ’ on the condensation-fogged window, I dashed inside,

CHAIN REACTION by Marion Twyman.

I was beginning to dread the postman calling, there had been four of the letters over the past fortnight, and I was very, very frightened. They were all the same, a plain white envelope with a typed address label stuck on it, containing a sheet of plain white paper with a short typed message.

HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL by Marion Twyman

Another Monday morning at Dobsons Cardboard Ltd. Mr Mayberry, the Chief Accountant, ambled into his secretary, Sheila’s office.
‘Morning Sheila, – good weekend ? I’ve just seen Sir Norman in the lift, he’s just had a productive weekend golfing. Guess who he has managed to persuade to be the special guest at the Annual Charity Dinner ‘- he lowered his voice to little more than a whisper

Jay’s Journal Part Ten

“So, you’ve been allowed out,” I said later as we walked slowly down one of the tracks. He didn’t seem overflowing with energy. Hangover, I thought, unjustly.
“It was my turn to walk the dog.” he told me, then added quietly: “Charlene’s a bit reluctant to face the village at the moment. She’s very upset.”