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Tag Archives: children
Florists burst with fathers and children, Ordering the obligatory bouquet, Writing heartfelt messages. Others, a card from the garage or Chocolates left over from Christmas. A celebration of mothers: The wonderful mother The ‘good enough’ mother. But how does one … Continue reading
“Dylan? Dylan, love,” his Mum is saying. “Where am I?” “You fainted at school. Dr McKenzie says you’ve got a stomach bug.” “Where’s the pipe? The pipe I found in the garden yesterday.” The anxiety in Dylan’s voice is unmistakeable. … Continue reading
He is gasping for a drink. His head is spinning with images of swords, screaming crowds at Pompeii, and Felix, the gladiator. Where have they all gone? Where am I? He sees his bedroom, and the bunk beds. And then … Continue reading
“My name is Lucius Raecius Felix. Welcome to Pompeii. You found a piece of my master’s old pipe in your garden today, Dylan. I gather that you are surprised that the Romans smoked!” “I, I …. wow! You’re a gladiator! … Continue reading
Dylan’s Mum screws up her eyes to look at the grubby object in her son’s muddy fingers. “It looks like a pipe of some sort. Clay or something.” “A pipe? Why would there be a pipe in our garden?” “We’ve … Continue reading
“Gardening? Mum, you’re kidding! Children don’t garden! This is child labour!” The indignation in Dylan’s voice is unmistakeable. “No, I’m not kidding. Have you forgotten about the ice cream? And the porkies you told me?” Dylan looks sheepish. He knows … Continue reading