• Life According to Emmy
  • Toll Gate Trauma

    Giggling from the car behind, Emmy created a story out of what she observed one sunny August day… She hated these bloody things. Could never get her car close enough to the payment machine. And straining the whole right side of her body out of the window wasn’t getting any easier, at her age. However, […]

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  • Emmy the Entomologist

    “Eleven”. Emmy spat out the plastic tube attached to the glass needle. Still holding the tiny cold body of the mealworm between her thumb and forefinger, she scrabbled to locate the correct plastic cup. If only she was better organised. Selecting an unlabelled vessel in the sea of white containers on the bench in front […]

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  • Emmy’s Respect for Spring

    Emmy loves how resilient spring is. Summer has it easy. In summer, wildlife is simply required to appear. Whatever its aesthetic technicalities, the hazy warmth and sparkling sunshine make it dazzle. Spring nature, on the other hand, is the most hardy. It cannot get away with battening down the hatches and burrowing away – that’s […]

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  • Palma de Mallorca

    Day 0 – The Night Before Welcome to Birmingham International Airport Car Park. Auto number plate recognition in operation for pre-booked customers, the sign read. Emmy waited. The barrier did not move. She was, of course, a pre-booked customer. Emmy booked everything as far in advance as humanly possible. And yes, her car was filthy […]

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  • Bill’s

    When the rain won’t stop teeming and the unforgiving arrow of winter still cuts through the air, retreating into a cosy cavern of tasty food is an ideal way to salvage a Sunday. Such was the conclusion reached by Emmy and Vernon on an early March weekend. Vernon creaked open the door to Bill’s restaurant […]

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  • Caffe Nero

    It felt like New Year’s Day. It wasn’t, of course. It was Valentine’s Day, as proclaimed by garish cerise balloons dancing in the breeze around Leamington. But the rejuvenating sense of new dawns that typically occupied the first day of the year mysteriously crept into this February morning. Something about the way the pale blue […]

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  • Shopping Local Part I

    “Now these are divine”, the lady serving in Aubrey Allen smiled with a glinting eye, carefully packing the praline quail eggs into a paper bag. Emmy grinned with confident anticipation that Vernon would agree. The chocolates were another filler for his stocking which was, until a mere half an hour ago, at risk of hanging […]

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  • Christmas Lights Switch-On

    Happy anticipation caused Emmy’s leg to jiggle underneath the table. She checked her watch. “Fifteen minutes! Let’s move.” Vernon’s eyebrows raised a smidgeon before his mouth pursed in concentration and his entire attention was diverted back to his iPad. “How can they ask that much for that garden…?” he grumbled. Emmy uncrossed and re-crossed her […]

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  • Jephson Gardens

    Snap. Snap. Focus. Snap. Yikes…toppling off-balance…snap. “Beautiful, yes?” Emmy jumped as a voice disturbed her floral photography session. She looked up from her decidedly inelegant position, crouched uneasily in the dirt, her handbag and camera case sprawled across the footpath. “Yes! Dahlias are one of my favourites, especially dark red ones” she smiled. “Almost finished […]