Grecondale

Continued… The Main Event was underway. Despite having had a distinguished career in the British Army, Tommy had long harboured a secret ambition to be a glamorous croupier and tonight was his night. A few of Rabbie’s “wee drams” and all inhibition was lost as he took bets, handled the stake monies, span the roulette Read More…

  Continued… With Joyce safely enjoying an early night, Rabbie was in high spirits. The long-anticipated ‘Event’ had arrived at last and the menfolk of Grecondale were assembled in the Club Room, situated in the attic of Agar Hall. The menfolk of Grecondale… and one lady that is. No one would dare to leave Ophelia out of Read More…

  Joyce flopped gratefully onto the soft cushions of the chaise longue. It was nearing the end of a long and difficult day. What  a relief to put her feet up at last. An upset involving their wonderful cook Esther that afternoon had been particularly taxing. Joyce could only  hope that she’d done enough to Read More…

  Millicent took a deep breath as she stepped through the front door of number fifty three. Barely six hours had passed since she’d left the place and here she was starting work again. As if having to cook, clean and look after two extremely lively toddlers six days a week wasn’t tiring enough in Read More…

Continued… Despite the considerable lapse of time, please let me assure you that Cameron was rescued fairly sharpish from the stick-wielding granny in Agar Hall and escaped entirely without injury. He was now to be found in the garage of Cedric’s Stockbroker, along with his canine pals Growler and Scrag and their three Grecon owners Read More…