A funny and nostalgic look at my first job. I will not forget some of those things I did and learned for the job. It was cool all in all even with the problems all jobs have. I hope to not disappoint the people when reading this.it is about the first job I had at 20 years old and it goes on to describe some of the things I did and learned as I went on to over six years at that job. it is witty and has some good times in there as well as the small, but sobering affect of the ups and down of the job. I focus more on the good things for the most part because there was some fun things I have done while working for a dry cleaners in my neighborhood and beyond. I truly felt that job was the job that gave me freedom in ways no one could ever know as I had went onto other things afterwards.

The perfect antidote to a chaotic world, More Than Just Mum will have you crying with laughter The horse galloped along the vast plains [note: do they have plains in Wyoming? Ask Google later] but Bella Rose barely noticed the incredible scenery as it flashed by. Instead, her mind was churning with the feelings that Daxx had aroused in her. [Note: good use of word 'aroused'. Subtly suggests something sensual without being too obvious.] Hannah Thompson has never actually been to Wyoming. Whilst her husband Nick has tried to tell her that you're meant to write what you know, Hannah is certain that if that were the case then we'd never have books like Harry Potter. And anyway, where else would she set her ranch-based erotica?! Tired of only being recognized as 'mom' by her family, and wanting to totally reinvent herself, Hannah has decided to turn her hand to writing a book. Not just any book either, but an erotic novel that will not only release her creativity, but earn her tons of...

"I haven't full on belly-laughed like this for a long time" Reader review⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐Meet Hannah Thompson: wife, mother, teacher and... secret erotica author?My Guilt List:1. If we have a date night then I'm always asleep before it's halfway through and honestly, if I had to choose, I'd rather have a hot bath and read my book than engage in any other nocturnal activity.2. If we do actually have you-know-what then it's not unheard of for my mind to wander... and I'm not talking about sexy things – I'm talking about what food there is in the fridge and when the car is due for its next service.3. I am struggling to write about anything that could be classed as even a little bit sexually adventurous which is a problem when I'm supposed to be an erotica writer and I am speaking at Sex Con in exactly one month.With a book to publicise, Hannah has no choice but trade her M&S cardis for S&M parties, and become her writing alter-ego. What could possibly go wrong...

Susannah Misselthwaite was gazing up at the brightness of the blue sky when the deer leapt in front of the car. She never knew what happened. Her husband Guy, Professor of Botany, hides from his grief in his greenhouse - without Susannah, everything is lost. Meanwhile, little Felix pores over photographs of his mother who is slipping from his memory more each day. Happiest sitting in the branches of a tree in the university's botanical garden, away from the emptiness of home, he presides over the dreams and dramas of those who pass beneath him. Teachers and students, young and old, happy, sad, or filled with longing, all find sanctuary and space for contemplation in this few square feet of soil.

Posy has always dreamt of being the heroine of a Francoise Sagan novel. But life seems to have her passed by and now here she is, a stressed-out mother of four. Although she's married to a man called Parouselli who comes from a long line of trapeze artists and they live in a large, romantic house, it's not quite as magical as it sounds. Frank's dream of being a musician is a reality of distributing BettaKleen catalogues, the house is falling to bits and there are slugs living under the bath. Posy wonders how everyone else manages. Struggling through the mess of family life, she dreams of being a member of The Thin Legs Club, with an immaculate house, children who don't get ill, and a human Renault Espace of a husband. If only!

John Vir owns a newsagent in Southampton - the only shop that still stocks packets of petrified celery soup, drosophila-studded fruit and boxes of henna. Lucy and Paul are his favourite customers - they live across the road above Snooke's Electrical Stores, soon to become the Bluebird Café. Stencilling blue doves below the picture rails and buying stripped-pine chairs from the Oxfam furniture store Lucy works in the newly opened café whilst Paul spends his time at the Badger Centre as a volunteer. Meanwhile John Vir thinks of little else but Lucy and invites her to the cash 'n' carry, hoping of course, that it will be a prelude to something more exciting, for them both ...