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Steve, I've only just joined this community, so am late commenting, but just want to say how much I enjoyed this piece. I was especially gripped by the first and last paragraphs, " ... a six foot bib and brace man; a manual man, a callused man with an unforgiving hand with fingernails nightly cleaned; leaving the days labour floating in the pond of a sink." And "One ordinary day at school my saviour turned up dressed in tweed jacket, deer stalker and sucking on a droop of a pipe blazing with three nuns tobacco." Your descriptions are marvellous!

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Hi Wendy, Thanks for embracing these memories of mine. Drawing back the curtains on the past can invigorate the memory and place you back as a player: looking through an older eye and mixed with a dazzle of imagination past events came to life for me.

I haven't been writing for a while due to a family bereavement some months ago, so looking forward to reading your work and getting back to writing ways.

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