The two musicians faced each other. One played in the new way. Unseen from the crowd he was tripped to his death. The woman played louder.
Random Word:Mau-Mau
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The two musicians faced each other. One played in the new way. Unseen from the crowd he was tripped to his death. The woman played louder.
Random Word:Mau-Mau
“Joint” clean-up: wife explains when stuck**
Like many a marriage you learn compromise. Let’s just say that cleaning up together now means we agree separate rooms and a time to start. When it meant the same rooms together, the time I took to dust, polish, wash the floor, tidy the cushions, pick the clothes up, track the source of the mystery smell etc was the time she took in arranging the flowers, wondering about the colour of the light and remembering why that friend’s phone call was so urgent. Then she would come back and explain what else I needed to clean. Somehow the subsequent open and frank exchange of opinion wasn’t always appreciated. But now when she explains what else needs cleaning in our joint expression of domestic bliss, I point her gently back to her own chore rooms. We ain’t divorced yet so it’s working!
‘The entrants are good this year.’ It was a lie, the paintings were crap. But then she spotted a winner.‘It’s all in the hanging,’ she said.
Random Word:Dark Horse
‘Dad, give it up, you’re all skin and bones.’
She was waved away. ‘Save the tears for when she sees the Will.’
Leaving, Cathy rushed down to her boyfriend, ‘It’s working, he’s still on hunger strike over her but the house comes our way.’
Phil smiled, ‘So we slip him pills?
Cathy kissed him, ‘Yes.’
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He had those glasses on that made him look like he wore beer bottle bottoms. His trousers were neat but shiny suggesting a mother somewhere would miss him. Neil was trying to be cool with the ladies but from the corners of the square a battering of brothers gathered around.
Random Word: Shine
Al found being dead hadn't killed his eye for news - he now saw stars romp and politicians palm cash but getting copy in was…well…harder.
Random Word: Grub-Street