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Uncertain Sally.

Wednesday, 21 December 2022

Martin Stannard: ‘While she was pondering, the Daddy of Sally poked his head in the door. There’s a Perry Como special just starting on the television, he said.’

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Out of the house and into the business district.

Sunday, 26 June 2022

Martin Stannard: ‘I was out walking one day to see how far I could get before I lost interest when it occurred to me all of the most successful people I knew had not given up before they began, and one or two of them had not given up even after suicide, faking their own death, or disappearing without a trace.’

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What I did and how I did it.

Sunday, 24 February 2019

Martin Stannard: ‘Soon after I moved in here I put my name down for the local Neighbourhood Watch scheme because I have no desire to be burgled by burglars or otherwise invaded. Long story short, on my first tour of duty I was taken in for questioning by the police as a result of the lady at number 48 phoning in to report a Peeping Tom.’

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