The poison of bitterness…

I talked to a man recently who was very,very bitter. In fact, I suspect that if bitterness was a skin disease, he’d be encrusted in scales, which weeped and seeped and oozed his pain. I’m not judging him.Life can be hard and his life (in particular) had taken plenty of unexpected turns; serious long-term health…

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Get out of my parking space…

For as long as I can remember, the parking situation on my street has been pretty bad; too many houses, not enough car space, and yesterday, I had ‘words’ with a new neighbour (who I’ve never met before). I arrived home late, tired and hungry and joy of joys,  as I pulled up, I spotted the last remaining parking…

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