Jacqueline P Vincent

August 20, 2021

Steve Austin wants to run my Website!

Last weekend I placed a toe in the murky depths of advertising. What an experience. Steve Austin from Texas asked to run my website, for dollars of course, unfortunately not the six-million-dollar Steve Austin from my youth. Also, I received two offers of a date, but the chaps lived in the US, even for me…
August 13, 2021

Beware Friday 13th!

Change of plan! An oops on my part. Because I didn’t press enough buttons on Amazon, Mrs Brown will only be available on the .com site for 99c this weekend. However, she will be available on the .co.uk site next weekend for 99p for all her prospective British readers. My take from this is that…
August 12, 2021

Don’t be shy, tell everyone.

I’m excited to offer the revised version of Mrs Brown for 99 cents in the US and fingers crossed 99 cents in Europe, and 99pence in the UK, but only for this coming weekend beginning on Friday 13th August. Luckily for me here in Spain where I live it’s not an unlucky day! Press the…
July 21, 2021

Original Stone Walls
July 15, 2021

Working on my She-Shed.
July 9, 2021

The Rise of the She-Shed.

Because the weather so far this month has been mild, we’ve been able to get outside and continue building my She-Shed. Even though the trend, since lockdown, has encouraged those who have to work from home, to erect a timber room in the garden, mine was in the planning stage long before anyone thought of…
July 4, 2021

Auntie’s Legacy

“It’s fine, auntie won’t know and anyhow, what’s the point of having a beach-hut if we can’t use it?” said Libby, rummaging in her enormous bag. The one mum and dad brought back from their trip to Acapulco. A lurid green and yellow stripe with a pink umbrella printed on the front.“But, Libby. Suppose she…
June 9, 2021

The Wrong Knickers and Research.

I’ve been itching since forever to get down to the south-west point of Galicia and visit the Castro at A Guarda. It’s the place where Amalie meets up with the boatmen from her village and collects her goods to sell. Although there are many photographs of the stone houses, ruined and reconstructed, on the internet,…
June 4, 2021

The Mogard

Joel first noticed it Monday on his way home from school. He’d been kicking lumps of concrete along the weed choked path behind the shops, and muttering dark retributions under his breath. ‘It wasn’t my fault. I was chucking it into the bin. How could I know Miss Evans would walk in at that moment.’…
June 4, 2021

Researching the Bronze Age for Amalie