Daily Archives: December 17, 2014

Terrified tanka… or how upsetting the PC is bad for the waistline

Posted on December 17, 2014 by Sue Vincent

When the terminal Seems to be too aptly named The writer cowers. Pleas for instant salvation Whimper across the ether… It has been going on for ages. The PC in fact, has never been quite right and I have got … Continue reading →

Posted in Humour, Poetry, writing | Tagged help, sick computer, tanka | 26 Comments

The liberation of a mouse

Posted on December 17, 2014 by Sue Vincent

“You’ll like her,” said my employer. We were leaving for Courchevel in the French Alps the next day. A large group of friends and family would be meeting there. They would all be bringing the children; I and another girl … Continue reading →