Oscar
Seeing Nelson in a new light
I picked up my grandson from his mother’s flat and noticed the change in him the second I clapped eyes…
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The temperature gauge needle heeled hard over into the red. ‘Not again,’ I said to Oscar, sitting beside me on…
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On Sunday morning we went, Oscar and I, to a vide grenier in the ancient, picturesque Provençal village. Vide grenier…
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The younger grandson, Klynton, four, has got in the habit recently of thrusting his hands in my trouser pockets and…
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I was at home in Devon for the month of December. My sister was also there and her tyrannical, wildly…
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I was looking after Oscar, my five-and-a-half-year-old grandson, for the day. We’d played football in the garden, then we’d come…
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On Sunday morning, I was kicking a football in the back garden with my grandson. I had bought him his…
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The old fishing town faced the sea psychically as well as architecturally. Dressed as pirates, my grandson and I walked…
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My grandson and I had a lovely hour-long swim at the leisure centre. We had the learner pool to ourselves…
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A fruity voice on the train’s announcement system said, ‘Ladies and gentlemen, make sure you have all your belongings, family…
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I’m round at Amy and Bill’s for Sunday afternoon tea. Amy and Bill are my in-laws, kind of. When I…
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‘Oscar!’ cried Miss Herd as I arrived. She was standing at the classroom door releasing her charges one by one…
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I was two days alone in the caravan and no signal or reception of any sort. It was like a…
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Until a fortnight ago there was a healthy, graceful, 70ft-specimen of Eucalyptus dalrympleana — or mountain gum — in the…
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Christmas shopping in Waterstones, I came across a memory card game called We’re Going on a Bear Hunt. I snatched…
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In the Spar shop I overheard someone talking anxiously to the woman on the till about an approaching ‘hurricane’. I…
