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Author of the Pippasham Annals. https://www.amazon.com/s?i=digital-text&rh=p_27%3AAnne+Quillbie&s=relevancerank&text=Anne+Quillbie&ref=dp_byline_sr_ebooks_1
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Word of the day is ‘catch-fart’ (17th century: an obsequious individual who will always follow the political wind.

A limerick for the London Underground. Bakerloo, Waterloo & City, District, Hammersmith & City. Circle, Metropolitan, Central, Northern, Jubilee, Victoria, and Piccadilly.

A short poem about summertime: The kids smell of chlorine, Fresh out of the pool. It's the middle of the afternoon, So they must be out of school. I'm bathed by a screen light Just a working fool.

Small passages of my writing that bring me joy: "So I was with him, and we started getting kinky in the kitchen. Which was fun. But then he dipped his dick into a jar of mayonnaise and expected me to suck it off. So disgusting. It was store brand mayonnaise."

Small passages of my writing that bring me joy: “I shall enjoy seeing all you care to show me,” he told me. I’m sure he would. He really hadn't changed much. “Of the library,” he added. Yeah, right. From within my panties, the expression “to dampen one’s ardour” now seemed to mean the opposite.

Small passages of my writing that bring me joy: A penny dropped. A large chocolate penny. My mind unwrapped and ate it. The memory was delicious.

Word of the Day is a true favourite, as some of you will know. Apricity (17th century) is the warmth of the sun on a winter’s day.