F Words by Sue Fenton

Regular readers may recall that in the last thrilling instalment about lunchtime life in Dulltown, I and my merry band of history junkies went on the town’s Heritage Trail, which culminated at the former lunatic asylum workers’ cottages, having taken in the former cinema, the former railway station and the well-head of the former pumping … Continue reading »

At first sight, Dulltown doesn’t appear to be exactly steeped in history. It’s not like Bath or York or Canterbury, or places like that that have heritage oozing out of every pore. You’d have to wait a long time if you stood in Dulltown High Street waiting for the open-topped tourist bus to come along. … Continue reading »

They say that if a job’s worth doing, it’s worth trying to get someone else to do it, and I have been lucky in finding a kindred spirit at work who, before my arrival in Dulltown, had already carried out several of the projects that I was later to put on my to-do list and … Continue reading »

I had great ideas of using my trip to Dultown’s library to learn how to prune a grape vine, or throw a vegan dinner party, or read the tea leaves, or something useful like that, but in the event I had only 30 minutes to devote to number 3 on my list of 25 things … Continue reading »

Dulltown’s butcher is one of those proper old-fashioned butchers who stand cheerily behind a counter in a blood-stained apron, waving a cleaver about and dispensing banter and local chit-chat along with the venison and chump chops. I figured he wouldn’t be short of opinions as to what I should have for my dinner and how … Continue reading »

I hit pay dirt straight off with this one, acquiring a pair of jeans and three pairs of work trousers – £4 a pair – all in very good condition and all in the right size and even in the ‘short’ length I need to avoid having to fool around with needles, turning hems up. … Continue reading »

The company where I’ll be working for eight weeks is located in one of those places that was once a pleasant little Victorian town but that has since been subsumed into the dull urban sprawl that is Greater London. Part of this process has seen the high street stripped of its character and sense of … Continue reading »

A pair of daddy long-legs chose the wall above my bed on which to mate the other night. They started, appropriately, at bedtime, and were still at it in the morning. And they showed not the slightest embarrassment about me watching them and taking dirty pictures to post on the internet. Luckily for me, crane … Continue reading »

Felt initial delight on checking site stats, at seeing a relatively enormous number of comments had been posted. Most turned out to be spam, which was mildly disappointing, though funnily enough I actually rather enjoyed reading them. Is it compulsory, I wondered, for spam to be written so badly? Why would someone who is trying … Continue reading »