I climb out of bed and head to the living room. Silence. The family are already up and settled: earphones inserted, curled up separately, clasping their personal rectangles and gazing intently downwards, smirking or just staring. A quick glance upwards from one of them cursorily …
“The description “airport novel” is mildly pejorative; it implies that the book has little lasting value, and is useful chiefly as an inexpensive form of entertainment during travel.” Wikipedia There’s something about sitting at an airport, waiting for a flight, that puts me in a …
I wouldn’t even call my Facebook page a Facepamplet page. For a start, there are no faces on it. I joined at my younger brother’s suggestion (come join the 21st Century bro!) but, having poured the soil into the window box, I never went on …
