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on October 07, 2021

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Substack is easier to use and has a subscription facility, although I have no plans, at present, to use it.

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'Have you noticed?' Thelma followed the gaze of her friend Rita across the table where they were sitting in the direction of a young woman standing at the far end of The DoughMother talking to Xulia, who owned the bakery and café. 'Mary Timpson's daughter' Rita added and her friend Thelma leaned across to get a better view.'No. Really? A bit big isn't she?' 'She says it’s Greg’s and she's going to get rid of it' whispered Rita. Thelma sat back in her chair. 'God, what kind of woman is she, being so open about such a thing. Not like in our day'. Rita looked at Thelma, then nudged her and gave a half-grin. From what I remember, you had a bloody good bash and I'll swear your dad had a shotgun down his leg just in case your Don wanted to change his mind. Those us who were there were still talking about it at your 25th last year. There was a book on whether you'd last a year. How wrong we were' and a guilty smile fel

Facts morph into fiction with a little help from me — a DoughMother story

‘Cute’ was how Ruth described my pig story. I puffed out my chest and shook her hand. ‘I can live with that’ I replied. Writing fortunes have been made on less. I also said ‘Thank you’ twice. The small back street café on the edge of a large city is a good place to hide. Only once has someone said ‘Are you…’ before I interrupted, saying ‘No’. The man spent the rest of his stay in The DoughMother looking across when my head was down, pen in hand, scribbling like this. The world has enough celebrities without me joining the list.. I don’t make a fortune but I live. Okay I lie. If it wasn’t for my part-time job and supportive wife I’d be in the gutter, where I was 10 years ago. This is the real story I have yet to write. The trouble is that from this distance I’m no longer sure that anything I say or write will be true. Gwen will read this and laugh. ‘We’ve been married 19 years. How can you?’. ‘Easy’ I will reply, ‘I’m a writer, that's what I do. I turn facts into half-truths b

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