Martha’s Musings #6

I had a travel itinerary tighter than my Gran’s corset, and WiFi patchier than her bedspread…

Acting the Part

“This armour is chafing my man-bits in this heat,”

A Lucky Ticket

She blinked and stared at her lotto ticket.

The Name Game

The cars would pull up outside the property like Waterloo Station.

Tea with Trumpet

I know, Trumpet. He wasn’t impressed. He told me off,” She shrugged and had another sip.