New Year’s Eve cont’d. Will Lise make it to the pub and meet up with Bruce…? It’s some journey ;P 🍾 🎊 🔔 Lise left the couple behind in the hallway. They seemed to be on the cusp of a tiff— Penny suggesting they slip out to the pub for…

It’s New Year’s Eve and Lise is about to ‘party party party’… 💃 Lise laid out the top next to the velvet skirt. Valerie’s top — the one she had rescued from the rag box. An exquisite thing of softest viscose with scooped neckline and three-quarter sleeves. Discreetly luxurious and…

It’s a slow chesnut roast atm 🌰 We are venturing beyond the environs of No 14 and entering Lise’s student world…A continuation of my nostalgic Christmas story mostly set in the early 1980’s. Read the first part here. 🪆 Lise re-arranged the sofa cushions and gave the sleeping bag a…

The lunch is on! This part was sooo tricky to write — so much so, that I’m never writing a lunch scene for more than two people ever again, lol. …

It’s nearly time for lunch. Lise and Bruce revisit a notorious blackspot … 🧚 🚲 🪄 When Lise came in, Janice was standing at the foot of the stairs by the hall table — on alert in case Richard phoned, no doubt. She had changed into an ivory satin blouse…

Lise and Bruce embark on a road trip — will it all end in tears? 🚓 🍺 “I might stop off for more gas, if we’re making a return trip to Worthing,” said Bruce. “Oh, don’t worry. Nana and Grandad will be staying the night. Mum’s hoping Uncle Cyril will…

Another festive helping *warning* this part contains a dream sequence and a heck of a lot of em dashes… 🦌☃️ Lise opened her eyes. The bedroom seemed very cold. Perhaps the snow that was forecast had arrived already? Her arms felt chilly and the quilted coverlet tucked around them felt…

This story is becoming an advent calendar, lol ✨ The first part is here. After the feeding of Freddie had been accomplished, Mr Deacon ushered Lise into the lounge where the Rembrandt volume was delivered into her hands for her to browse. …

a little bit more of the story for you to unwrap🎁 (see here for the first part) Lise lay in her bed, far too wide awake, considering the hour. Why did the mattress feel like a slab of concrete? Her bedroom hadn’t changed and was still the same old arrangement…