Where it all began
this is where I wrote The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
with a typewriter perched on a stool, as I sat on a broken backed
barn chair in front of the gas fire. Leap Year’s Day 1988 I finished it.
Short stories from Birmingham readers in 172 countries so far HEAR ME READ ALOUD 207 stories written & read by me https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1VFNwQSaGBYgNgZdintU4ZKeAd73ijM4O?usp=sharing
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