Farewell to an Old Friend

After fifty years together the time has come when we must say goodbye to an old friend that has stuck with us for all this time.

The friendship began in Wolverhampton where we had a first floor flat at Compton. As the garden was down an external flight of steps and facilities had to be shared with several other flats it was essential that we took steps to be reasonably independent. This meant we had to invest…

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This week I have been to meet the crime writers Sheila Quigley and Ken McCoy at the local library. Their talk session was entitled ‘Murder Ink.’

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