Grecon dolls and their adventures in Grecondale
It had been a long day on the road for Corny. He was making his way to Greconby Fair where the annual gathering of clowns from across the length and breadth of Britain was held. All was on track to make it to the fair by the seventh of June but, after a steady Read More…
Antonio was enjoying a cup of tea and some rare winter sunshine as it gently warmed him through the glass of Agar Hall’s conservatory. He was feeling rather self-congratulatory; it really was quite a clever idea he’d had. And, with help from a good bottle of single malt, getting Rabbie’s agreement had been a Read More…
This year one is speaking to you from Agar Hall where, due largely to one’s love and generosity, numerous retired service personnel are enjoying a jolly good knees-up of a Christmas. And, later today, one will be lovingly distributing toys to the children of Grecondale, since one has observed that they are generally less fortunate Read More…
“I’m so sorry, it simply cannot be,” said Percy with a look of pure anguish, “you see, I found out from my consultant today… that..,” her lips quivered a little but then, with a stoic look, she continued, “I’m afraid I only have a few weeks to live.” She looked away sadly and her eyes Read More…
Continued… Ah ha! Caught red-handed! Pushed to breaking point by his wife’s obvious distress, which could be heard emanating clearly from the bedroom at increasingly regular intervals now, Rabbie was about to help himself to a wee dram ‘just to take the edge off’. “Stop right there young man!” Ophelia said firmly, secretly relishing the Read More…