Robert Hugill

“Dad, we’re going the wrong way, The Garden’s the other end of the High Street.” Ludo grinned, “Humour me.” Ludo had collected Damian from school at lunchtime. It had proved surprisingly easy to arrange some personal time with him, Ludo had simply contacted the school, and they had seemed amenable. Perhaps they didn’t really know, either, what to do with a lively and intelligent ten-year-old whose Mother had abandoned him, seemingly in a quest for more excitement and money. Instea

It was almost 'risky pictures'

“Well, that seemed to go OK. No major disasters, Edward Hirsch was most professional, and Morrie seemed happy. There wasn’t…” It was the evening of the photoshoot; Ralph was already sitting in bed whilst Nolan got himself ready for bed. The man looked at Ralph oddly. “What?” Nolan gulped, “Morrie patted my bum. Twice.” “Shit. No! When? During the shoot?” “Yeah. I’d wondered whether it was accidental, at first, but his hand lingered.” “Your naked bum?” “Yeah. Bu

“Mr Wilson, fancy seeing you here”. Ludo turned and looked to see who was speaking. He didn’t recognise the voice. There, with a hint of a smile playing on her lips, was Damian’s head teacher, Mrs Winston. She was trimly dressed in blouse and slacks, clearly not slumming it. Ludo had spent Sunday morning working and Arthur had taken the boys out to the Arboretum. They would be back late afternoon, and Ludo had decided to go for a walk to clear his head. He had already got a lot done an

That might come into it some how....

I am afraid @Summerabbacat that it will be some time before we get to Brian, Gordon, Ralph, Nolan et al's lunch at Evie and Drew's. This instalment of the series ends on Christmas Day, but they never find time to fit the meeting in. The next instalment brings Brian & Gordon's tale up to date, with Toby's birthday and the wedding etc. The fourth instalment follows Russ to Ireland for a rather eventful Christmas with his family. I have now started sketching a fifth instalment for Brian, Gordon & co! Also, regarding Christmas, it will be coming late to Parborough. Ralph's tale ends on Christmas Day, but with my current publishing schedule that won't happen until in the New Year. Worth the wait, I hope. Regarding words, most of the language is unconscious, but I am still trying to work out whether I can work my favourite localism in, 'tret' as the past participle of treated, as in 'I tret myself to a large iced bun'

The run up to attending Fitness for All’s open day was all about logistics for Ralph. He finished work early, collected the twins from school as usual then brought them back home where, as quickly as possible, they changed, and he fed them. He wasn’t sure what time they’d get home from the gym, so it was best to be safe than sorry. He was somewhat disconcerted when, after changing out of school uniforms they reappeared in their football kit. They were excited, they were going to see where N

Thanks and you even highlighted a typo too. Oops!

“So, what happened?” Ludo and Arthur were sitting in the head’s office at the school. It was quiet, the pupils had all departed. The office was blandly modern; apart from the photographs of school sports day and other such images on the walls, it could have been anywhere. The head, a brisk middle-aged woman who had always struck Ludo as looking more like a manager than a teacher, looked uncomfortable and perhaps a trifle resentful. “Two of the senior boys, known troublemakers, have bee

The initial version of Therese was rather too easy going, and I have tried to reflect more of a struggle between her conflicting attitudes.

We're definitely hoping for a Christmas no. 1. Ralph has plenty more good things to come.

Monday, despite all that was going on, Ralph had to find time to have a lunch meeting with Morrie. The man wanted to talk plans for the Iverson’s launch. Ralph was pretty sure it didn’t actually need his input. Morrie just wanted a sympathetic ear to bounce ideas off and Ralph needed Morrie sweet; the contract was significant business and there might well be a lot more if things took off. As far as Ralph was concerned, you simply switched the new website on and sent out a few press releases

Don't worry. It will be. Eventually....

How to explain to a ten-year-old what remand for trial meant when you had no idea yourself. Ludo shared these thoughts with Arthur when he returned from delivering the boys to school. “That’s what life is going to be like, isn’t it?” Ludo grinned. But they didn’t talk for long. Both were trying to get back to some sort of normal work routine. Ludo was struggling a bit with his new role at his firm but was determined to make it work. Late morning, Arthur appeared in his study. “Dif

Now that's a thought, perhaps I should give him his own story!!!