Knocker McArdle

Come closer me fellow for the chill of the winter makes tired work of telling a tale and I’ve been at rambling since the first blossom be bloomed—or should I say, so as long as the unspeakables be left unmentioned.The name’s Andy, Andy deHands, and it appears that we’re due to be acquainted, such are … Continue reading Knocker McArdle →

The Balendup Library Running Club II

And so, the four then became five.From terrified apologies to the vacuuming of the library lobby, Marla had rejoined the Balendup Library Running Club and the introduction of the ominously dusty Andrew to her fellow club members had both commenced and then slowly passed. The grey air was heavy outside as the languid shadow of … Continue reading The Balendup Library Running Club II →