‘Argh!’ ‘What’s up now? Hey watch out, you’re hitting a whole lot of keys there, it’s confused now.’ ‘I know the file is on there somewhere. I just can’t find it.’ ‘You tried the Search function?’ She eyes him balefully. Then redirects her gaze to the screen. ‘I can’t remember what I saved the file as. Word won’t search like Acrobat, more’s the pity.’ ‘So, if you knew what the name was, you’d be good?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Hmm.’ He stares into the distance philosophically. ‘What oth

Always wanted to be called “Bradley.” Don’t know why but “Bradley Bandicoot” always ‘flows’ for me.   My parents’ birth-named me “Marmaduke”. Having that yelled out as a cooee allowed all the other bush creatures to titter and giggle.  When you have a long snout and often get mistaken for a water rat, having a silly long name sets you up for ‘their’ jibes and guffaws. So, I have settled on “Bradley”!   The alliteration of BB has a certain ring to it, in my ears.   I remember,

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