It was just another hotel for Anthony, on the side of an ‘A’ road and not far from Boston. Not bargain-basement but not expensive; its willingness to take a single person booking for a single night on a Saturday had been its main attraction. It had meant he could do a day’s round of calling … (Read More)
Perhaps A Beggar (≅ 436)
Perhaps I’m a delusional fool. Perhaps she isn’t actually poor. Perhaps she’d merely chosen to earn some spare change by singing Middle Eastern songs in the streets of England. Perhaps she needs to practice her singing and thought she might as well try to earn a few quid while she works through her repertoire. Perhaps … (Read More)
