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You do indeed! They have been absent for a long while but now they're back. I'm pleased you're here to keep them company.
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He's not. Whether it's supermarket checkout assistants, his former homehelp, or anyone else, Eric's had so few friends in his life, he values them all.
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As I say in the story, Felicity's name is offered as someone to introduce Emily to the general do's and don'ts of small town life. A social courtesy, and a chance to make a friend on both sides. I think Emily has now made the connection between Eric and gardening. 😉 Both in a practical sense and through his friendship with Andy.
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Yes, they aren't really that much use except to lift an otherwise pedestrian suit. Like ties, they're a chance for expression. Felicity is one of the darker threads to this tale. She's taking quite a chance meeting someone new. It understandably makes her nervous if also excited.
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Drawing up to their new house, Emily Standish squeezed her car in between two contractors' vans. The Saturday morning traffic in and around the town had made her a good twenty minutes later than the ten-thirty she'd aimed for. Not that it created problems; it was more she disliked sitting in traffic jams, wasting time. Turning the engine off, sounds of metal implements hitting piping drifted down from the first floor. With the bathrooms being completely refurbished, it wasn't going to be a quiet
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I'm glad you think that. So do I. And so does Eric really, despite the provocations.
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I'm curious. Do you mean the media circus? The attention might have good points as well as maybe being annoying. Brian is a good friend. Even better when he's got his wife behind him. 😉😄
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The attention is certainly more than he or Andy might have thought reasonable. As to being spoken to by strangers, that might be partly generational - the young are much more receptive to starting random conversations. At least his in-person encounters are all pleasant ones.
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True. Perhaps it makes the insults more personal in a way? It avoids the moderation that will be in place on the website. Less likely to be traced if there's criminal content? And of course, there are still plenty of elderly people who don't really have anything to do with the internet.
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Keep on reading... 🤨😄 Maybe they're just there for decoration.
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Me neither. But it is there, loud and strong. Visit any social media site of your choice for a demonstration. 😠
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On the following day, Andy and his fiancé sat in Fountains Abbey's tearoom, demolishing a hearty Yorkshire lunch of soup, doorstep sandwiches, and local beer. Andy wiped away a smear of mustard which had oozed from his ham sandwich. “I'm just as hungry today being a passenger in the car as I was yesterday having cycled the entire distance.” Adam smirked. “Why aren't I surprised?” “Excuse me?” Indignation only caused the smirk opposite to widen. “I'm only saying you like your
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I think that's right. Having spent a lifetime being anonymous, it must be quite a shock to be the object of curiosity. I suspect Eric agreed to the videos without anticipating the interest there might be.
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Yes, not your quintessential queer male lead. 🤨😄
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Thanks, dugh. You've been there from the start.
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Twenty chapters so far. Probably 23 or 24 to finish.
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Thank you! You are very kind to say so.
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Whatever happens, that essential kernel remains. And yes, Eric does have friends, despite his best efforts. 🤨😄
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Thank you! I'm happy to share his story once again.
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On a damp, drizzly Thursday morning in June, Eric Whitehouse gathered up two shopping bags plus some other things. He kept a close eye on the time. If he missed the bus, there was no question of Andy appearing later to offer him a lift. The old man paused to re-read a postcard propped up by his laptop computer. A photo of some impossibly-fancy cafe in the centre of York looked back at him. On the reverse side, the two lads had written a message which was hardly original: Having a great time. Wea
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After attending the local Pride, will Eric Whitehouse reconnect with his old workmate, Rob? What might it mean to both men if he does?
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Poems to be read more than once. In fact, several times. 'Undoing habits' made me smile. So true. One of mine was not feeling at ease with myself. That only came recently - a gradual process of which you formed a significant part. I think many people only learn how to live with themselves later in life. You, dear friend, are neither dull nor slow in taking your time to do so. 🤨😄
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I missed this post somehow. My favourite is the great horned owls. I read it, then considered AC's comment, and read it again. The layers of meaning, of word painting, slowly reveal themselves. I love owls. They can be seen as creatures of ill-repute, but not here. Thank you for these. They all bear re-reading.
