By Bread Alone Oh, you off, Mrs. Scragg? Yes, very nice job you’ve made of the lounge for tonight, thank you. Not quite six, is it? Just be a dear and do the potatoes while I finish the table. A dozen wretched napkins to fold yet. What a life. An afternoon under a hot dryer, […]
About Pamela Pickton
Under The Clock
UNDER THE CLOCK ‘Sorry I’m late, Mum.’ ‘Sorry I’m late, Ducks.’ ‘Child Minder didn’t turn up.’ ‘It’s such a job getting buses.’ ‘I had to park Nicky with Ann Thomas.’ ‘You don’t know what it’s like.’ ‘She wasn’t very pleased, but I didn’t know what to do.’ ‘Stuck out there at the back of […]
The Bogeyman (Covid-19 version)
THE BOGEYMAN Look – just had a tip, sugar will be short, Bread next week, take a fiver from my drawer; Get everything you can, empty the shops, Stack up our cupboards, fill the freezer up. Must have our sugar, bread can`t do without, Must have our warm clothes, smart clothes – no holes, […]
Neverland
When I first began writing, I had friends who were painters, and I always said, `If you paint a picture, you can at least stick it up on a wall in your home; for your friends and relatives, and anyone else who comes to your house, to see.` My paper story I put in […]
Dear Doctor
or… WRONG DIAGNOSIS Dear Doctor, `You should not have told your daughter,` you said. `She’s best out of it,` you said. Well done. Do you realise what you caused? What you were saying? I came to you because of marital problems. Even concerned for the husband who was causing so much misery. `Is it […]