Author: Internal

April17th 1999 The wards were silent, a muffled roar of machines and distant alarms. I felt a sudden, fierce pain behind my ribs, then the world went black.

A boom a deafening crack darkness more darkness At last the gloom began to lift. A voice called out: Victoria, its the rescuer, somethings blown up over there.

James, weve got a girl, £3,500! Emily shouted into the receiver, her voice bubbling with delight. I was standing beneath the frosted windows of the Birmingham Maternity Unit,

Tom, weve got a girl, threepointfive kilos! Emily announced brightly over the phone. I was standing beneath the windows of St.Marys maternity ward, waving at my wife, who

Rory, weve got a girl3500g!Grace shouted into the telephone, her voice bright as a morning bell. I stood beneath the tall sashwindows of the maternity ward at StMarys

Victor Hargreaves, his modest evening catch already tucked into a wicker basket, trudged down the narrow footpath toward his rickety wagon when a bolt of terror seemed to

22May2026 River Wharfe I have just emptied the meagre catch of the evening into a woven basket and was shuffling down the narrow towpath toward my rickety little

14October2026 I have barely managed to haul my meagre evening catch into the wicker basket before the narrow track that leads back to my rickety goods wagon. I

I was lateagain, late for the meeting with the restaurant manager that would seal the details of my wedding in just a month. A banquet for a hundred

I was lateagain. The clock ticked mercilessly as I fought my way through a snarled rushhour jam on the M25, the red brake lights ahead forming an endless