Mr. Teasy WeasyThe Eternal Roadworks Of The Southbound M5Miriam Shortman took the works exit from the motorway, which, whenever she did it, never failed to give her a small surge of specialness…Apr 2, 2017Apr 2, 2017
Mr. Teasy WeasyLeaving the NestI write this by way of apology, although there would be many who would be surprised that I may feel the need to apologise. And yet, their…Mar 28, 2017Mar 28, 2017
Mr. Teasy WeasyDangerberryOf late, I have taken to rising early, which is most unlike my contemporaries in the social whirly-gig of London, for I find the early…Mar 28, 2017Mar 28, 2017
Mr. Teasy WeasyThe FallIt’s the knock on the door I look forward to most these days. Not to say I don’t enjoy the rest of what I do — of course. But the…Mar 21, 2017Mar 21, 2017
Mr. Teasy WeasyThe Turk‘Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth’ — DisraeliMar 4, 2017Mar 4, 2017
Mr. Teasy WeasyDear HeadmasterI write to you as requested to formally apologise for my outburst in class two days ago. It was very unprofessional of me, and I do…Feb 20, 2017Feb 20, 2017
Mr. Teasy WeasyThe LakeA year ago, Hambleforth was an ordinary village. If it was famous for anything, it was probably best known amongst the coarse fishing…Feb 4, 2017Feb 4, 2017
Mr. Teasy WeasyTrouble On The BuffersIt was the want of some bubble bath that drove her out of the house that morning. Two weeks of self enforced solitude had left her store…Jan 19, 2017Jan 19, 2017