February meeting

Held at J&J's on a wet morning but enjoyable morning.
Much to my surprise I got four votes as I almost scrubbed my story as not that good. 
Must remember the formula if I don't like it they do if I like it ................

Next month at Sue's (perhaps)
"Soft enough"  23rd March

My story

How easy is it to do it?

The rain came down in sheets, the low blanket of cloud made the streets dark The dim lights sent long shadows against the buildings . The man a thin figure slumped against the corner of the building fronting the quayside carefully scrutinised the foreground . It seemed devoid of life although he could hear sounds that came from the sheds where the dockworkers were engaged in separating the personal baggage of the passengers who would disembark at six am. The ship a cavernous cruise ship had come in during the early hours. Only the baggage was being removed the passenger allowed to sleep on. He could see the glow of the cigarette held by the man guarding the gangway to the ship.

James Fenshaw had reached here after taking the train from Paddington and then a taxi to Western Docks. He had tipped the driver, proceeded the short distance to 109 berth where the Mandela was berthed. He carried with him a small black suitcase Carefully making his way along the side of the terminal until he encountered the half open shed door.

Inside was a hive of activity fork trucks bustling among the stacked lines of luggage. The whole place lit up by giant lights suspended from the roof. Giving an eerie atmosphere of another world. Glancing around he picked up a discarded clipboard with an attached pencil. He assumed a confident air and walked along the lines of baggage head down studiously checking the label names.

Seeing a small number of suitcases further along the shed he made his way over to them and as he guessed it was for the passengers who would arrive in the afternoon. They had already been screened similar to the airport security. Looking around to see if anybody was taking an interest in him he dropped his own small suitcase amongst them it was clearly labelled S. Parks for the Mandela. Discarding the clipboard he strode purposely out of the shed his job was done.

The cruise ship was well out into the channel heading for France when a siren like sound shrieked out from the baggage room. A crew member was hurriedly dispatched to investigate the baggage room. He soon found the cause of the noise and nervously he brought the suitcase before the chief engineer who had been fetched to see what it could be.

Hesitantly he opened the suitcase up, inside was a battery and timer with a loudspeaker and a recorder. With it was a note that read BANG you are all dead.

That day James Fenshaw reported to the company that hired him find out how easy it was to overcome the security of the cruise liner. He added his summary of how improvements could be made.

He enjoyed his role as a James Bond.  

January

Nice morning at Pat's Joan R got 3 votes to win the most votes

                     Kept On Pushing 

Omar Kaliff looked at his wife and children and realised at that moment what he had done what should he do he was desperate but he kept on pushing himself to find a solution. They had arrived in England ten years ago from a refugee camp in Pakistan and everyone was basically kind to them they were given a three

bedroomed house so that his two boys and daughter could have separate rooms
something that would not have been possible in Iraq where they were originally
from. The children enrolled in the local school and soon picked up the language
and made many friends this was more difficult for Amira his wife who went each
week to a class to learn the language and customs. Omar obtained a job in a
garage as a mechanic which he was good at and enjoyed, the pay was very good
as well and they managed to have a good life. Now because of one stupid incident this could all change. It happened four months ago he was working as usual when a customer brought in her car for a service her name was Anita, Omar could not get over her she was white as snow. They started to talk and the next time she came in they went for coffee, over the next few weeks things escalated and then one morning he woke up in her bed. He told her that this would not happen again but Anita told him if he did not meet her she would make it her business to tell his wife she also said that she wanted money to pay her rent. It was only then he realised she was a working girl and he was convinced that he had picked up a disease and because of this he had not touched his wife since it happened which was causing questions to be asked. Omar recalled his past life in Iraq one he wanted to forget but now he felt that he would have to once again become that person. 
He had managed to hide his true profession from the immigration people when he and his family applied for asylum his wife knew nothing she was always told that his job was in pest control and that was on his papers. He began to think that as Anita sold her body for money nobody would miss her. Just as he did in the past he made careful plans and thought of every thing that could possibly go wrong. When he was ready he arranged to meet her. She turned up in her car and Omar said let’s go for a spin I have what you wanted and he gave her a bunch of money. He was confident that she would drive to her favourite place a small isolated park near a wood and cliff and he wasn’t disappointed. She stopped the car and counted the money and said I will expect this every month he just smiled got out of the front of the car into the back saying “well if I’m paying for it” she just smirked but before she had opened her door she was dead he had broken her neck. Yes pest control where he used to live in Iraq meant the removal of people that his superiors thought were against the regime. He retrieved his money, then with great difficulty pushed the car over the cliff, he watched as it smashed on the rocks below before going into the sea. He walked through the woods to where earlier he had left his motorcycle and went home. After a while things got  back to normal he just told Amira that he had been feeling ill and because of that he had no energy and did not want to worry her but now he felt he was improving. It was reported in the newspaper that a car had gone over the cliff, but because of the rocks and crashing waves it was impossible to look for a body and no one had been reported missing. Omar felt good knowing that he had not lost his ability to do anything for the survival of his family w ho knows perhaps in the future this skill would come in handy.

November Meeting

A good morning enjoyed by all Ann had three votes and is the winner.
27th Jan next meeting.

"Kept on Pushing"  At Sue's

In the street
My story begins when I was taken from the house and left in the street
in a bag with a note saying how old I was and asking for someone to take
me in. I only remember a little girl who didn’t care for me and just being
there for a few weeks after Christmas. A gentleman found me and took
me to the local dogs home. I felt much happier there and was with people
who were kind to me. I gathered from the conversations I heard that I
had been given as a Christmas present and then rejected, but life at the
dogs home was so much better. It wasn’t long before someone came and
saw me and made such a fuss of me that I felt really wanted. The little
girl and her parents spent a lot of time with me and decided that they
would like to take me home.
“I would like to call him Buster if he hasn’t already got a name”.
It was agreed and they would have someone come to their house in a week
or two to check that everything was going well. This time I knew
everything would be alright.
Alice, the little girl, was just coming up for five and had started school at
the beginning of the previous September, but her mum didn’t work so I
would have company at home most of the time. They had a nice home and
a lovely garden where I could wander about and play when the weather
was fine. When Alice came home from school we would curl up on the
sofa and have a cuddle while she watched her favourite programme on the
television. At the weekends we would often go to the forest for a walk
with her mum and dad. At bedtime I would go up to Alice’s bedroom and
see her safely into her bed and after a cuddle I would go back downstairs
and spent the rest of the evening curled up on the lap of either mum or
dad until it was time for us to go to bed. I had a lovely beanbag in the
conservatory and this was my special place.
Life was really good and I felt I had been so lucky after my first home.
Alice grew so much during the year and we had such a lot of fun, even
though I did get into trouble a few times for being rather naughty, but all
in all it was a good year. In September Alice started in her new year at
school and she did a story about me as one of her projects so everyone
knew about me now and when I went to school to collect her with her mum
each day I would get a lot of children coming over to make a fuss of me.
As it got nearer to Christmas they started practicing for the school
nativity play and of course Christmas was a big talking point. All of her
friends would say what they wanted Father Christmas to bring them and

Alice said she wanted him to bring a lovely toy for me. She had seen one
in the pet shop and her mum had said maybe Father Christmas would
bring it for me, so she didn’t get it. School finished and there were a few
days before Christmas Day to finish getting things ready so Alice helped
when she could. I just hung about hoping that some tasty morsel
happened to fall to the floor. Christmas Eve came and after tea and her
bath Alice was ready to go to bed. She said she wouldn’t sleep, but within
a very short time she was. Mum and dad finished tidying up and saw me
out to my bed before going off to bed themselves. I was dozing off and
thought I heard some bells, so I sat up and listened again. Sure enough
there they were again and they were much closer. I heard a door open
and someone came into the conservatory. He was dressed in a red coat
with a hood and red trousers and had a long white beard.
“Hello Buster. It’s nice to meet you and know you have a nice home this
Christmas and are really happy now. I am just leaving the presents for
Alice and then I must go as I have a lot to do tonight. Have a lovely
Christmas”, and he was gone. I sat there wondering if I had dreamed it,
but next day I had a present wrapped up from Father Christmas – a lovely
rubber bone and a squeaky Father Christmas.

October at Johns

John & Sheila had a full house today. There were several good stories  and John's was voted best. The last paragraph made all of us laugh.

In the Street - next months words

I DON'T KNOW.

THE 4 SCOTTISH FRIENDS ALWAYS LOOKED TO GO ON A HUNTING TRIP IN SCOTLAND BUT BEING IN DIFFERENT OCCUPATIONS FOUND IT DIFFICULT TO SET DATES, AND USUALLY ENDED UP JUST TALKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT THEY COULDN'T ALL GET OFF WORK TOGETHER.
THE TALKING INEVITABLY ENDED UP BEING DISCUSSED IN THEIR LOCAL,AND THIS YEAR IAN DECIDED THAT THEY WRE GOING COME WHAT MAY. NOW THIS INVOLVED A LOT OF PLANNING, NOT LEAST IN GETTING THEIR WIVES TO AGREE TO THE TRIP. HAMISH'S WIFE GAVE HIM HER AGREEMENT ON CONDITION THAT HE TOOK HER OUT TO A POSH RESTAURANT FOR A SLAP UP MEAL. IANS WIFE GOT THE PROMISE OF A NEW OUTFIT, AND JOCK'S WIFE MANAGED TO GET A HOLIDAY IN SPAIN. MURDO'S WIFE SAID "GOOD LUCK TO ALL YOUR MATES", WHICH WHEN HE TOLD THE REST SEEMED A BIT STRANGE. ANYWAY THE PLANNING STARTED AND THEY ALL AGREED THAT A GOOD SPOT FOR THE TRIP WOULD BE IN THE WESTERN HIGHLANDS. THEY WERE ALL QUITE FAMILIAR WITH THE AREA THAT THEY CHOSE,AND IAN SET ABOUT FINDING ACCOMODATION. THIS PROVED TO BE MORE DIFFICULT THAN THEY HAD EXPECTED, AND THE DATE THAT THEY SET ON SEEMED TO BE BOOKED EVERYWHERE THAT IAN TRIED.
THEY HAD TO FIND A HOTEL AND FINALLY IAN MANAGED TO GET TWO TWIN ROOMS. THEY MET UP AND WHEN IAN GAVE THEM THE NEWS THAT ONLY 2 ROOMS WERE AVAILABLE, MURDO SAID "I DON'T KNOW IF YOU WILL LIKE SHARING WITH ME AS I'M A BIT OF A SNORER" WELL THEY WERE ALL GOOD MATES AND IAN WAS THE FIRST TO SAY"DON'T WORRY BOYS I'LL SHARE WITH MURDO.

SO OFF THEY WENT IN HIGH SPIRITS AND HAD A GREAT EVENING IN THE BAR BEFORE RETIRING FOR THE NIGHT. THE NEXT MORNING THEY CAME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST AND ONE LOOK AT IAN LED HAMISH TO SAY "GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU. IAN SAID MURDO SNORED SO LOUDLY THAT I JUST SAT UP AND WATCHED HIM ALL NIGHT. WELL THEY AGREED TO TAKE IT IN TURNS TO SLEEP IN MURDO'S ROOM AND HAMISH TOOK THE NEXT TURN.

WELL HE APPEARED THE NEXT MORNING LOOKING AS IF HE'D HAD A NIGHTMARE WITH HIS HAIR STANDING ON END A BLOODSHOT EYES.

FINALLY JOCK RETIRED FOR THE NIGHT WITH MURDO. AND THE FOLLOWING MORNING IAN AND HAMISH WAITED TO CONSOLE JOCK ONLY TO SEE HIM APPEAR LOOKING BRIGHT EYED AND BUSHY TAILED. THE TWO MEN WERE AMAZED. IAN SAID "BLIMEY WHAT HAPPENED" " WELL SAID JOCK. A BURLY EX RUGBY PLAYER. WE GOT READY FOR BED AND I TUCKED MURDO IN. WISHED HIM SWEET DREAMS AMD KISSED HIM ON THE FOREHEAD. HE SAT UP AND WATCHED ME ALL NIGHT.

September meeting at Joan & Jack's

Trouble

Well, I thought I would keep boring you all with my French weekend adventures.

We left home at 01.20 hrs on Thursday, 5th September.  My son Kevin drove us to Gatwick, well, to the place where we would leave the car and get taken to the airport.

It was bitterly cold; thank goodness I had taken a jacket - nearly didn't, with the temperatures we would be facing in France.  I don't think I've ever had breakfast at 4.30 in the morning before, but it was jolly good and set us up for the day!

The flight to Bordeaux was really smooth and we landed at 10.40 French time, but in typical French style, it seemed to take for ever to get the hire car, but finally we set out into the French countryside.

We had been joined by Natasha's Godparents at the airport and luckily they had 'satnav' in their car, so we played catch-up for the journey, which would take about an hour or so.  Through lovely little villages and beautiful countryside, we finally arrived at Le Buquet, which was the Air B&B we had booked for the six of us.

It wasn't exactly a farm, but near as could be.  We pulled in off the road onto a grassy entrance, met by a grey wooden house with a wooden staircase leading up to the upper storey.

The owner greeted us from an opening in the house, I guess a window, which looked like a shop counter.  He was surrounded by his dogs, about five of them.  They were an English couple called John and Jenny.  I can't remember how long they had been there.  They were very friendly.  They had goats in the field next to the house, with chicken and two beautiful horses.

It was quite difficult getting the luggage up the staircase.  Luckily I'm an old lady, so no trouble for me!  Once inside the flat, it was very different!  There was one bed in the lounge area leading into the kitchen and dining area.  The table was built on an old Singer sewing machine, actually quite clever and beautiful.

Past the kitchen, the passage led to a two-bedded room with a shower in the corner.  Opposite was a bathroom, then further on was the double bedroom with a small bed at the end - mine!  I felt like Kevin and Sonia's child!

The room was big, with a lovely modern shower, but it was opposite the door, which didn't fit!  You could see the shower through the gaps around it.  It was hilarious and the loo in the room had only a very flimsy door, with a very colourful curtain - not very private but 'Hobson's choice'.

At eleven Euros each and only one night there, we couldn't complain and we had some good laughs.

Once unpacked, we drove to Aubeterre  where a lot of the wedding group were staying.  A beautiful village built high into the hillside; lots of steps taking you up into the square.  We bumped into my daughter and her partner, who were exploring on bikes - they were staying about two miles away - very energetic in the heat.

We managed to find a bistro which could take about 20 of us.  The Camembert was delicious!

In the evening one of the local ladies, a real character, took us and my daughter and partner back into Aubeterre in her minibus, where we were meeting most of the wedding party for dinner in a lovely hotel.  It was good getting to know everyone before the wedding.

The hotel looked like it had been carved out of the Rock and overlooked the village. It became quite cold when the sun went down and the hotel provided blankets - most appreciated.  The minibus returned to take us back to our digs.

Next morning, after a very unsettled sleep, there were hilarious events in the flat.  In the two-bedded room the shower flooded the carpet, so we all took turns in our shower with the view - no peeping! 

Outside Jenny, the hostess, was riding one of the horses; she was practising for a dressage competition. She was very good.

We left Le Buquet for a little place called Biberac, where there was quite a busy market.  Lots of veg and cheese, amongst other things.

We had lunch there before a leisurely trip to Le Chateau de Saint Privat-des-Pres, where we checked in for the next three nights.  The chateau was huge, set in a sort of quadrangle.  The wedding party staying there was about 46 people, but the previous weekend the chateau hosted about 250 French, so that will give you some idea of the size.

The actual wedding was held in front of the chateau, with the view of the grounds spread out in front of them a most gorgeous setting!

The ceremony was beautiful; there were many tears shed, even from the most unexpected people, especially after an impromptu speech from the bride's mum.  Natasha, the bride, looked absolutely stunning and the bridesmaids were beautiful too.

The weather was perfect, temperatures in the mid-twenties, so I didn't die.

The wedding breakfast was set out in the courtyard, all beautifully done.  Natasha had thought of everything and it was so well planned.  Celebrations went on into the night, with dancing in the barn - not that it looked like a barn.

The bride didn't change out of her gown; as she put it, "With the cost of this, I'm going to wear it all night."  I was flagging by 11.30 and happily found my comfortable bed, so much nicer than the one on the farm!

The grounds of the chateau were beautiful and down the hill was a natural lake with a pool house.  A barbecue was had there on Sunday afternoon.  The lake was occupied by Dave, an inflatable unicorn and provided fun for the swimmers.

It was very relaxing until we played rounders, with much banter over the rules.  You always get someone with the killer instinct, but it was fun.  Even I took my turn and got round without being out.

Someone went out for pizzas in the evening, followed by a quiz, with lots of cheating, much to the disgust of the guy who was in charge of the questions.

All in all the whole weekend was a great success.

At 11 am the next morning everyone was leaving the chateau, most folks going to Bergerac Airport and flying back to England, but not us!  There were eight of us travelling on to Bordeaux.  Thanks to the striking BA pilots, we had two more days to holiday.

We stopped at a little patisserie for coffee and pastries, and I opened my birthday cards.  Such a lot!

Then we made our way to the Chartrons district of Bordeaux, to an apartment with a balcony overlooking the busy street.  With the trams, a skateboarding rink and the river, it was quite a view.  There were a couple of Fred Olsen cruise ships docked and the lights at night were quite spectacular.

We found a nice bistro for my birthday meal.  We were joined by a couple of guys who work with Natasha and the evening was filled with laughter.  We just got back to the apartment when the heavens opened.  Just the sort of rain we could do with on our gardens right now!

I had had a super birthday!

The sun was back with us the next morning, so we did some exploring of the Chartrons district.  Lots of lovely little backstreets, with food shops, antique and crafty shops and a beautiful old church with lots of history.

The Chartrons district was settled by Carthusian monks escaping the Hundred Years War in 1385.  They farmed the area of Perigord.  How was that for coincidence!  Perigord is the address of the chateau where we stayed, built a lot later, of course, in the 1800's.

Didn't need much French; the locals were obviously used to the English!

August

Enjoyable morning at Pat's, ideal weather for sitting outside under the veranda.

Pat won with 3 votes

Where have they put it?

Number six curled up in his box and surveyed his three brothers and two sisters. They were all nodding off after their lunch, piling on top of each other. Their mother was such a pretty spaniel, and number six thought that he looked just like her, especially the markings on her face.

Over the months the puppies went one by one to new homes, until number six was left all on his own. He so missed his playmates, and constantly chewed on his yellow ball. There was no one to play with, and his mother seemed tired all the time.

Then one day, a young couple showed up and he was handed to the lady. She seemed a little unsure and he was frightened that she was going to drop him. "Never held a puppy before?" his owner inquired. He then proceeded to show her how to hold him, but he wriggled so much he slipped out of her grasp falling to the floor.'Ouch, he said to himself, I think my foot is hurt',' limping back to his box. Finding his yellow ball, he began to chew as if was was a comfort blanket.

As he fell asleep he heard the people talking about him. The couple had decided to think about it. During the night he crept up to his mother but she didn't lick him as she usually did, but didn't push him away either. She was probably preparing herself for the last pup to go. He didn't want to go, giving her a pleading look, and began softly whining. The owners came down to see what was wrong. Finding that whining got him plenty of attention he kept it up. Now they were all getting cross with him, but he couldn't help it. Please don't send me away.

After another night of whining, they were all fed up with him and told him off. What's going to happen, no one wants me he whined to himself. Next day, the couple returned and had made the decision to take him. His owner and mother gave him a stern look daring him to whine. He looked around for his comfort ball but it had disappeared. Where have they put it? He was not going anywhere without it. He sniffed around his usual haunts to no avail. As his owner bent down to lift him up he let out a low growl. They all looked shocked. Then the lady bent down and whispered to him "are you searching for that tatty yellow ball?" He gave her his best pleading look. "I threw it in the dustbin" his owner said, quick, lets see if it has been emptied. He didn't want to lose a sale over a ball. Thankfully it was still there and number six happily went home with his new owners.

July

We had three stories with two votes each. Joan R, Jenny and myself .


My story was about an unexploded  bomb.

They didn't hear


I can hear it ticking mum Johhnny cried excitedly but somewhat nervously. What was to be an afternoon tidying the garden had been halted by Johnny finding what appeared to be a large piece of metal just under the ground of their recent dug-over new vegetable plot.

Susan hurried forward to listen but it was silent. Don't be silly she said, hiding her fright from her son.

I did hear it but it is stopped now Johnny protested.

Come away I'm going to phone the police let's go to the front of the house in case it is a bomb I'll feel safer if we have two walls between us and the bomb. It was a Victorian house with a new added bathroom then the kitchen at the back then a dining room with the front room leading from the stairway.

Susan quickly picked up the phone and dialled the police. A bored female voice asked what is your emergency is there anyone hurt. No one's hurt but I think I may have a bomb in the back garden. What makes you think you have a bomb said the voice. Because a fin is sticking out of the ground.

Is it a fin or just a piece of iron said the disbelieving voice. I don't know said Susan do you want me to dig it up?

No I'll put the call through to the UXB squad and they can have a look at it. Is that S Woodman of Obelisk Road she enquired.

Yes that's right, Susan realized that they had traced the call already.

Stay away from where the “bomb” is, her voice full of cynicism implied that it wasn't a bomb.

What did she say mum Johnny asked

She said keep away until the army get here to look at it.

When will they get here.

I don't know I didn't ask.

The police were the first to arrive in the form of the local constable Susan knew him as he belonged to the police band in which she played a trumpet although she was not in the force.

Hello Susan what's going on is that right you have a bomb in the garden.

Hello Malcolm It could be a fin of a bomb you can't tell unless you dig around it.

You stay there Johnny me and your mum will have a quick look to see what it is. It could be a bomb but we can't evacuate everybody until we are sure it. Can you stay away for a while until we know for sure Susan.

Yes I suppose I can stay with my sister she lives two blocks away.

It was hours later in her sister's house when the UXB officer a Captain Mannering rang her assuring her that they would be there in an hours time. She almost laughed aloud on hearing his name but he sounded a lot younger than the TV Dads' Army captain. Can you tell me anything about your bomb he said giving emphasis on her bomb.

My son found the bomb while we were clearing the garden.

He didn't strike the metal at all? he asked.

No I don't think so did you hit the bomb Johnny.

Well not hard but it made it tick.

Did you hear that Officer I didn't hear anything and the police who came they didn't hear either.

There was a pause when did you find the bomb?

This morning at about 9 oclock.

Well I don't want to alarm you but if your son triggered the delay mechanism it could explode any moment.



For those who like a finish – Boom!



Joan Read's story about a teen witch

 They Didn’t Hear

It was the night of All Hallows’ everyone was celebrating there was loud music fireworks rockets going off with loud bangs. Marcia and her friends were having great fun they had arrived at the fete that was being held in a field where a huge marquee had been erected inside there was food and drink and as was the custom in there village on this occasion it was free. Outside there was singing and dancing and of course everyone was in  costume so it was hard to recognise anyone. Marcia decided to come as a witch two of her friends ghosts and the last two skeletons the costumes were saved from year to year and just passed round to neighbours, friends and family. Marcias costume had been worn by her great great great grandmother so it was quite fragile. She like the others enjoyed the dancing and the drink and as the evening progressed the noise got louder so loud that they didn’t hear the siren.  It was not until the gun fire started that they realised that a band of robbers had arrived. There were six altogether all with weapons they took all the men to one side where they were told to remove any masks they had on it was obvious they were looking for someone or something in particular but who there was no one of importance in their village. The leader then spoke to the women who were ordered to remove any headgear they had on. As Marcia was taking her hat off she had a strange feeling it was as if someone was talking to her but there was no voice she realised it was in her head. The voice said I am your Great great great Grandmother and whilst you have my robe on you have powers. Marcia had been told that she was indeed related to an witch but she did not know anything else was she a witch who used her gift for good or evil. The leader was walking through the women and children sometimes pulling one out eventually he got to where Marcia was with her friends they were scared but Marcia was very calm. The leader stood in front of her he had a large scar on his face and a skull tattoo on his neck he was hideous. He went to grab Marcia but as he touched her robe he screamed and dropped the gun he had, he cradled his had which looked like it had been burnt. he yelled this is it. Two of the other men ran up they pushed her friends to one side so the she was isolated they then told her to remove her robe she replied no. One of them took hold of Elania her friend and held a knife to her throat “you know what happens next if you don’t do as you’re asked I slice her” Elania screamed but Marcia lifted both of her arms towards the sky and made circles with them all of a sudden a huge dust storm started then she raised her arms up and down and everyone was knocked of their feet by the gusts of wind. People did not realise what was happening but some of the men over powered the robbers and tied them up stacking all the guns to one side. When Marcia saw this she stopped what she was doing and fell to the ground. When she came to her friends were talking to her asking her how she did it but Marcia could not remember. When she reached home she told her mother what had happened. Her mother was not surprised she herself had worn the witches robe on occasion as had her mother but they felt nothing. It was related through stories that the ability to use the powers of the robe could miss one or two generations it looks as if Marcia was the descendent of a true witch.  Over the next weeks Marcia tested what she could do but always when she was alone. She knew if it became general knowledge there would be some people who would take advantage. She did not want this she had found out that two of her ancestors were burnt at the stake for witchcraft. She knew times had changed but nevertheless she carefully folded the robe and put it away she had a feeling that when the time came for her to use it she would know until then she would just try to live her life as a normal teenager with her friends.

Jenny's story about her childhood home.

‘They didn’t hear,’ by Jenny Day.

29/07/19

I think I’ve told you before that when I was growing up we lived in a three bedroom Victorian house but the front room downstairs was a bakers shop.

Consequently both our front door and back door were on the side of the house. The entrance to our house was by a double green, wooden picket gate with a latch fastening and a metal hoop that dropped over it.

The gravel sideway was just wide enough for a car to drive.

At the end of the drive, the garden opened up to an old double barn where the gentlemen who ran the newsagents shop opposite our house housed his car.

Next to the garage was an anderson shelter. I don’t know who built it, obviously someone at the beginning of the war before we moved into the house. I can only remember using it once during an air raid. It smelled damp and earthy, which of course it was, but in spring time it was covered in flowers- primroses, London pride and the like.

This old house had so much character inside and out that I loved living there, though maybe not the day I was persuaded to sit on the rickety stool which was balanced on a container full of oily grunge from an oil change! Being the youngest and most naïve you can of course imagine the obvious happened. I was all dressed up because my mother had friends coming to visit. To say she wasn’t happy was an understatement.

I wonder if my sister got a scolding for making me do it? I must ask her!

Well as I said, the house was full of character and over the years I did a lot of ‘pretending.’ I think we were very lucky that our entertainment wasn’t so easily come by! Like the modern day child! As my sister and I grew older we joined a youth club and partook in various activities and went to Saturday night dances, we had a curfew to abide by. My parents didn’t wait up for us but it was very difficult making sure they didn’t hear us open up that rattily gate and tip toe down that gravel sideway. There was no escape from that!