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Monthly Archives: January 2014
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Got ya! said Mark, looking up at me from the monitor with a satisfied smile, see there: fit as a fiddle, this one. Nice-looking, too. He rewound and then played back the CCTV footage of the shopping centre car park … Continue reading
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Guest Post: ‘Cavehill and Christmas’ by Maria McManus
I’ve started this post umpteen times and aborted it. I run out of steam. I get distracted. There is something to be done or someone that needs my attention, I was ill a few days and then at other times, … Continue reading
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