sojourner2settler

My dad liked “a bet”. After work on Saturday morning, he would bike into town and head straight to the bookies (a betting shop). After...

Class F was not in the mood for French, which meant Mademoiselle Croissant* was having a bad day. I could feel the tension in the...

Quote from Wee Malcie …“we f*****g hate the English”. Once there was Malcolm, who everyone called “Malcie”, then he had a son who he...

We were about to "do a flit", a colloquial expression for stealthily leaving one's abode, usually late at night so that debtors don't...

Definition of my childhood: “a lack of order or predictability; gradual decline into disorder” And then something weird happened, we...

When I was 11, do you know what I wanted for Christmas? No ... well neither did I. I thought I wanted a bike but what I really wanted,...