Liz Stevens
@lizziekillin.bsky.social
Swimmer, Cyclist, Crafter, Golfer, Curler, Drama Techie, Kayaker, lover of outdoors and avid reader.
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Tuesday November 21, 1854.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
November 21, 2025 at 7:51 AM
Tuesday November 21, 1854.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
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Monday November 20, 1854.
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
November 20, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Monday November 20, 1854.
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
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Sunday November 19, 1854.
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
November 19, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Sunday November 19, 1854.
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
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In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
November 18, 2025 at 7:56 AM
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In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
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Saturday November 18, 1854.
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
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The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
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November 18, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Saturday November 18, 1854.
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
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The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
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Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
4/4
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
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"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
3/4
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
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2/4
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
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My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
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Friday November 17, 1854.
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
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When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Friday November 17, 1854.
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
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Sunday swim with Helen, 7C 😀
November 16, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Sunday swim with Helen, 7C 😀
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Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."
Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."
November 15, 2025 at 7:56 AM
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Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."
Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."
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Wednesday November 15, 1854.
The gullible wide-eyed young chap who let me in beckoned me to sit. His sparsely furnished apartment contained a good many books.
"You are related to Sir John Geeson, sir?" I asked. "I must verify this before we can proceed further."
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The gullible wide-eyed young chap who let me in beckoned me to sit. His sparsely furnished apartment contained a good many books.
"You are related to Sir John Geeson, sir?" I asked. "I must verify this before we can proceed further."
1/2
November 15, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Wednesday November 15, 1854.
The gullible wide-eyed young chap who let me in beckoned me to sit. His sparsely furnished apartment contained a good many books.
"You are related to Sir John Geeson, sir?" I asked. "I must verify this before we can proceed further."
1/2
The gullible wide-eyed young chap who let me in beckoned me to sit. His sparsely furnished apartment contained a good many books.
"You are related to Sir John Geeson, sir?" I asked. "I must verify this before we can proceed further."
1/2
Early morning birthday swim for Helen, air temp -1.5C and water 5C #nippynoodles
November 14, 2025 at 9:48 AM
Early morning birthday swim for Helen, air temp -1.5C and water 5C #nippynoodles
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Tuesday November 14, 1854.
"You're back. I thought you would be." Mr Death smiled ghoulishly.
"I need to see Sir John's will, sir."
"I expected you might so I looked it up. He never made one, in which case everything goes to his next of kin."
"Who is...?"
"Pass me down the Debretts."
"You're back. I thought you would be." Mr Death smiled ghoulishly.
"I need to see Sir John's will, sir."
"I expected you might so I looked it up. He never made one, in which case everything goes to his next of kin."
"Who is...?"
"Pass me down the Debretts."
November 14, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Tuesday November 14, 1854.
"You're back. I thought you would be." Mr Death smiled ghoulishly.
"I need to see Sir John's will, sir."
"I expected you might so I looked it up. He never made one, in which case everything goes to his next of kin."
"Who is...?"
"Pass me down the Debretts."
"You're back. I thought you would be." Mr Death smiled ghoulishly.
"I need to see Sir John's will, sir."
"I expected you might so I looked it up. He never made one, in which case everything goes to his next of kin."
"Who is...?"
"Pass me down the Debretts."
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Monday November 13, 1854.
"What?" George exclaimed. "You reckon Sir John killed his own wife?"
"And tried to kill me," I added.
Mr Tibbles stretched and let out a yawn.
"George, should I tell Annie about my criminal past?"
"What!" he cried even more vehemently. "No! I forbid it!"
"What?" George exclaimed. "You reckon Sir John killed his own wife?"
"And tried to kill me," I added.
Mr Tibbles stretched and let out a yawn.
"George, should I tell Annie about my criminal past?"
"What!" he cried even more vehemently. "No! I forbid it!"
November 13, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Monday November 13, 1854.
"What?" George exclaimed. "You reckon Sir John killed his own wife?"
"And tried to kill me," I added.
Mr Tibbles stretched and let out a yawn.
"George, should I tell Annie about my criminal past?"
"What!" he cried even more vehemently. "No! I forbid it!"
"What?" George exclaimed. "You reckon Sir John killed his own wife?"
"And tried to kill me," I added.
Mr Tibbles stretched and let out a yawn.
"George, should I tell Annie about my criminal past?"
"What!" he cried even more vehemently. "No! I forbid it!"
25 years of working for SEPA - need a medal!
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November 13, 2025 at 8:12 AM
25 years of working for SEPA - need a medal!
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Sunday November 12, 1854.
As I watched Annie's face during the service, I imagined her reaction were I to divulge to her the truth about my past.
So many of my correspondents have urged me to come clean, yet I find myself unwilling to do so.
I wondered what George would advise?
As I watched Annie's face during the service, I imagined her reaction were I to divulge to her the truth about my past.
So many of my correspondents have urged me to come clean, yet I find myself unwilling to do so.
I wondered what George would advise?
November 12, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Sunday November 12, 1854.
As I watched Annie's face during the service, I imagined her reaction were I to divulge to her the truth about my past.
So many of my correspondents have urged me to come clean, yet I find myself unwilling to do so.
I wondered what George would advise?
As I watched Annie's face during the service, I imagined her reaction were I to divulge to her the truth about my past.
So many of my correspondents have urged me to come clean, yet I find myself unwilling to do so.
I wondered what George would advise?
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Playing the mighty Marcussen organ in Manchester’s @bridgewaterhall.bsky.social today for the @openuniversity.bsky.social degree ceremonies.
Lovely way to spend a rainy Tuesday!
Lovely way to spend a rainy Tuesday!
November 11, 2025 at 9:54 AM
Playing the mighty Marcussen organ in Manchester’s @bridgewaterhall.bsky.social today for the @openuniversity.bsky.social degree ceremonies.
Lovely way to spend a rainy Tuesday!
Lovely way to spend a rainy Tuesday!
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Saturday November 11 1854.
As I ploughed my way through my breakfast kipper, I considered what I had learned from Mr Death.
Sir John had married Lady Geeson for her money, unaware that the bulk of it was entailed in an unbreakable trust. Only on her death would he inherit.
Hmmm...
As I ploughed my way through my breakfast kipper, I considered what I had learned from Mr Death.
Sir John had married Lady Geeson for her money, unaware that the bulk of it was entailed in an unbreakable trust. Only on her death would he inherit.
Hmmm...
November 11, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Saturday November 11 1854.
As I ploughed my way through my breakfast kipper, I considered what I had learned from Mr Death.
Sir John had married Lady Geeson for her money, unaware that the bulk of it was entailed in an unbreakable trust. Only on her death would he inherit.
Hmmm...
As I ploughed my way through my breakfast kipper, I considered what I had learned from Mr Death.
Sir John had married Lady Geeson for her money, unaware that the bulk of it was entailed in an unbreakable trust. Only on her death would he inherit.
Hmmm...
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Chevisance [SHEV-ih-sens]
(n.)
1. Achievement; deed; performance.
2. A bargain; profit; gain.
Used in a sentence:
“They answer’d, with a civility colder than reason, that his chevisance was well-known to them; that it consisted chiefly in noise, glitter, ruin, and a most offensive perfume.”
(n.)
1. Achievement; deed; performance.
2. A bargain; profit; gain.
Used in a sentence:
“They answer’d, with a civility colder than reason, that his chevisance was well-known to them; that it consisted chiefly in noise, glitter, ruin, and a most offensive perfume.”
November 11, 2025 at 12:01 AM
Chevisance [SHEV-ih-sens]
(n.)
1. Achievement; deed; performance.
2. A bargain; profit; gain.
Used in a sentence:
“They answer’d, with a civility colder than reason, that his chevisance was well-known to them; that it consisted chiefly in noise, glitter, ruin, and a most offensive perfume.”
(n.)
1. Achievement; deed; performance.
2. A bargain; profit; gain.
Used in a sentence:
“They answer’d, with a civility colder than reason, that his chevisance was well-known to them; that it consisted chiefly in noise, glitter, ruin, and a most offensive perfume.”
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Friday November 10, 1854.
"Upon my word! If it isn't Mr Guy!"
Mr Death, the clerk at the will office of Doctors' Commons, beckoned me into his cubbyhole.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, pray tell?"
"Sir, I have come to consult a will," I replied, "that of the late Lady Geeson."
"Upon my word! If it isn't Mr Guy!"
Mr Death, the clerk at the will office of Doctors' Commons, beckoned me into his cubbyhole.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, pray tell?"
"Sir, I have come to consult a will," I replied, "that of the late Lady Geeson."
November 10, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Friday November 10, 1854.
"Upon my word! If it isn't Mr Guy!"
Mr Death, the clerk at the will office of Doctors' Commons, beckoned me into his cubbyhole.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, pray tell?"
"Sir, I have come to consult a will," I replied, "that of the late Lady Geeson."
"Upon my word! If it isn't Mr Guy!"
Mr Death, the clerk at the will office of Doctors' Commons, beckoned me into his cubbyhole.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, pray tell?"
"Sir, I have come to consult a will," I replied, "that of the late Lady Geeson."
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Thursday November 9, 1854.
I smelled the cigar smoke as I approached the stairs to Mr Bruff's office, redolent with the smell of vanilla. Cautiously I followed the aroma.
I found my employer alone amid a thick fug of fumes.
"Was Sir John Geeson just here?" I asked.
I smelled the cigar smoke as I approached the stairs to Mr Bruff's office, redolent with the smell of vanilla. Cautiously I followed the aroma.
I found my employer alone amid a thick fug of fumes.
"Was Sir John Geeson just here?" I asked.
November 9, 2025 at 7:57 AM
Thursday November 9, 1854.
I smelled the cigar smoke as I approached the stairs to Mr Bruff's office, redolent with the smell of vanilla. Cautiously I followed the aroma.
I found my employer alone amid a thick fug of fumes.
"Was Sir John Geeson just here?" I asked.
I smelled the cigar smoke as I approached the stairs to Mr Bruff's office, redolent with the smell of vanilla. Cautiously I followed the aroma.
I found my employer alone amid a thick fug of fumes.
"Was Sir John Geeson just here?" I asked.
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Again it had been penned at Alex and Charley's behest.
"We found the croft where they was hiding," I read out loud, "but here's the thing: they had it all planned out. They was here almost as soon as they escaped and it don't seem like they budged from it since."
Again it had been penned at Alex and Charley's behest.
"We found the croft where they was hiding," I read out loud, "but here's the thing: they had it all planned out. They was here almost as soon as they escaped and it don't seem like they budged from it since."
November 7, 2025 at 7:54 AM
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Again it had been penned at Alex and Charley's behest.
"We found the croft where they was hiding," I read out loud, "but here's the thing: they had it all planned out. They was here almost as soon as they escaped and it don't seem like they budged from it since."
Again it had been penned at Alex and Charley's behest.
"We found the croft where they was hiding," I read out loud, "but here's the thing: they had it all planned out. They was here almost as soon as they escaped and it don't seem like they budged from it since."
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Tuesday November 7, 1854.
We heard shouts from the outer office, the loudest of which by far was a deep bass voice booming, "Get out of me bleedin' way!"
Mr Tibbles jumped up in alarm as the door burst open and in strode Bertha.
"I got me another blasted lettah," she wailed.
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We heard shouts from the outer office, the loudest of which by far was a deep bass voice booming, "Get out of me bleedin' way!"
Mr Tibbles jumped up in alarm as the door burst open and in strode Bertha.
"I got me another blasted lettah," she wailed.
1/2
November 7, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Tuesday November 7, 1854.
We heard shouts from the outer office, the loudest of which by far was a deep bass voice booming, "Get out of me bleedin' way!"
Mr Tibbles jumped up in alarm as the door burst open and in strode Bertha.
"I got me another blasted lettah," she wailed.
1/2
We heard shouts from the outer office, the loudest of which by far was a deep bass voice booming, "Get out of me bleedin' way!"
Mr Tibbles jumped up in alarm as the door burst open and in strode Bertha.
"I got me another blasted lettah," she wailed.
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