by Marg Roberts | Sep 7, 2022 | Uncategorized
Unexpected Maud opened the front door. Billy was mowing the lawn. She carefully lifted her rollaton walker over the step. Behind her Radio 4. News at One. Headlines over. In her tracksuit pocket:- her purse credit card, out-of-date driving...
by Marg Roberts | Feb 18, 2022 | Uncategorized
As if by magic I’m led blindfold into the Dilworth’s front room My knees tremble, tummy turns. I’m eight years old. My knees tremble, tummy churns. Other kids giggle. I pick out Andrew’s. He let me hold a baby chick in my palm Its warm heart...
by Marg Roberts | Dec 31, 2021 | Uncategorized
COVID infections reach record high. 117,093 new cases in 24 hours. Merseyside cop took selfies at murder scene. PM blamed for test shambles. British socialite found guilty of recruiting and trafficking young girls to be sexually abused by Jeffrey Epstein. Gender pay...
by Marg Roberts | Sep 10, 2021 | Uncategorized
Wearing my plastic clogs, I walk down our concrete path, unlock the summer house door with the brass-buckle key ring, and sit on the new camping chair. The morning’s sun dazzles and I to position my head so the sun’s hidden behind the door’s wooden ...
by Marg Roberts | Aug 6, 2021 | Uncategorized
A year ago, I was optimistic that the Pandemic might soon end. With the arrival of summer, I hoped the prevalence of the virus might diminish and I would no longer need to wear a mask and gel my hands. I anticipated meeting family and friends, locally and further...
by Marg Roberts | May 21, 2021 | Uncategorized
Beggar’s Opera, 1963 It being November, I wore my tartan mini, knee high boots, white polo neck. Me, being me, I took my part to heart, even in rehearsal. I wrapped my baby in a woollen shawl, flung her like I kicked off my shoes,...
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