The next Post Of The Week will be announced on Sunday evening.
Please note that nominations for next week cannot be accepted until then.
1. [from fuck-up to] fab! - noctivagus deus
I was to look up many more times over the next fortnight, coquettishly at first, then compulsively. A stolen glance here, another quick peek there, as if to ensure the smile hadn’t faded or disappeared. Often, I’d actively seek the presence of the smile, for it had magical properties.
2. JerryChicken - Three Big Poos
A long agonising “eeeeeuuurgh” followed and a tense silence descended over the Olde Tea Shoppe, then a series of short sharp “eurgh, eeeeeurgh, maaaaaa” and then a deep Ker-splooosh confirmed that Charlie had ejected at least part of the bowel blockage, and a barely whispered “Jesus Christ” was heart felt in the Olde Tea Shoppe as we spectators had been straining along all the way with him.
3. Little Red Boat - Hard life in the low rises. Of Hassocks.
“Is this the last gardening carriage? I fishing thought there were more mothergolfing carriages than this.”
“Nah, this is it.”
“Michael Parkinson HELL.”
“There are no Crazy paving seats, for sunbed’s sake. There’s only a John Lewis Wedding Listing First Class section, and we can’t sit in there, because apparently, we’re not first class net curtaining citizens. Pass me another can of troweling Stella, will you?”
4. The Other Side of Paris - My Harry Potter Moment of Horror
I thought about punching and kicking dents in the side of his car (25 years of karate training now suddenly seemed like time well spent) but, zen-like, contented myself with staring at him through his car window. Just staring. Staring long and hard. His fingers fiddled nervously with his radio, his tie, and his keys.
5. Pandemian - Internecine
Tufty is still alive today and to my great pleasure, his modernisation has been minimal and has certainly not included the wearing of a baseball cap at a jaunty angle and therefore he both effortlessly eclipses those excessively perky road safety hedgehogs and remains one of the very few idols I’ve ever had who hasn’t eventually abandoned me in one way or another.
6. Real E Fun - Care Homes: Post 2 - Doug & Irene
‘Welcome, welcome,’ he said, and shook my hand, his grasp dry and firm. He ushered me into a pleasant living room, perfectly tidy apart from an ironing board, a basket of crumpled clothes and two newly-ironed shirts on hangers hanging from a drying rack. ‘I find activity helps at the moment,’ he told me. ‘I’ll make us a cup of tea, and then would you mind if I carry on with my ironing while we talk?’
‘Not at all,’ I said.
