Detective Marianne Martian had to laugh, seriously laugh. The guy had changed his story at least a half dozen times, and its “epic” stupidity simply grew along with the tale he told. How could he not see how ludicrous the story was?

Sophia Fuller loved her grandfather. He was a pistol. His sense of humour was dark but hilarious. He was feisty and fun, game for anything, and up for everything. He wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but she adored him.

Moxie was Julie Barns’s middle name. Ok, it wasn’t but it should have been. She had courage determination and perseverance in spades. It was reflected in the characters she wrote about.

The Woman of my Dreams

First, let me introduce myself. I’m Detective Calvin Greer and I met the love of my life, Miriam Archer while covering the murder of Bob Mortimer. Miriam had been the first to arrive and had found the deceased and it wasn’t a pretty sight.


The duration of the trip would be tedious without Jemma he decided. She was, after all, the life of the party. She made everything funnier, friendlier, brighter. She was such a ham she could make broccoli funny and he hated broccoli.


They say a picture is worth a thousand words and it’s true, especially in this case; to be honest, in every single picture that Vance took. His photos were a painting and photograph in one.


I’m not sure about you, but when times are difficult, problems arise, there are issues to deal with and we sometimes feel overwhelmed and over our head, I find it easier to lighten the mood with levity – a joke, a funny meme, a humourous moment in time.


Everyone had words of praise honour and humour for Eric Summers. He was an easy man to memorialize. His integrity stood the test of time. He showed respect consideration affection and gratitude to all around him.

November Notes – Sarah and Dipendra (No Rain)

  Some dance to a very different drummer Never understood, always the new-comer   Searching for someone that is the same With whom to enjoy life’s precious game   Having a friend confidant and companion ...

Public – Sheryl’s Daily Post

He was the shy type and introverted Public speaking had him disconcerted All eyes would be on him, watching Had him clearing his throat ‘n coughing   He could do this, he admonished himself This ...

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