So a couple of weeks ago I rather grandly announced that I would be writing less on gamboling and more of the stuff I am supposed to be writing. I think gamboling has now settled down to the around three or four posts a week that I intended which leaves the a question: So what [...]
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Posted in Admin, Citron, Sheets on August 29, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
The Influenza Adventure – Part 4
Posted in Citron, Fiction, Influenza, Long on March 9, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
[This is Part 4 of 4 in The Citron Investigations: The Influenza Adventure. If you are interested then please read Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 first.] “What could my neighbour’s cats have to do with anything?” Sarah asked.“I am trying to decide that very question.”“So…”“Well, although I hate colloquialism, ‘if I knew the [...]
The Influenza Adventure – Part 3
Posted in Citron, Fiction, Influenza, Long on March 2, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
[This is Part 3 of 4 in The Citron Investigations: The Influenza Adventure. If you are interested then please read Part 1 and Part 2 first.] I walked into the house. Her house smelt fresh and clean but not very warm. It smelt faintly of bleach. I wondered vaguely if she was an obsessive cleaner [...]
The Influenza Adventure – Part 2
Posted in Citron, Fiction, Influenza, Long on February 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
[This is part two of the Citron Investigation: The Influenza Adventure. Be sure to check out Part One] I followed Geoffrey as he lead me back inside the restricted area. There were a couple of looks, as if people were saying that they half recognised me, that they half despised me, that they half wished [...]
The Influenza Adventure
Posted in Citron, Fiction, Influenza, Long on February 16, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I turned the corner and stopped. A bird on the floor. Why hadn’t they found this one? Those fools they’d been bodging this one from the start. Tapped the pigeon with the side of my boot. I could lift it of the ground easily enough. I stopped short of tipping it over, I could smell [...]
