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Does Christmas always have to be a show? Or do you prefer it home alone? Do you dress for the after-glow? Or Is Christmas a bore and presents all a chore? Will Jesus ever come to the party? Can a homeless man ever be arty? Does the manger clip your wings? Or is it always time to wallow in seasonal sins? - M.T. Sands teases and delights with Ten Naughty Christmas Stories to lift the festive gloom and doom.

Is it acceptable to have sex when your husband can't watch? When does neighbourly affection go too far? No matter how charming you are, do you think you can get away with anything? What would you do if you see a monster in the ring? If you are always waiting for the right one, will you wait for ever or sacrifice yourself on the altar of never? Can you keep your dignity when things get out of hand? Is your father always right? Beg, borrow or steal, is it worth it for a deal? When revenge is a dish, is it best served hot or cold? Are you really good at what you do best, or is it time to admit you should be told? - Be wary of those who are led by their stomach… The unexpected, the cruel, the frightening and the absurd, M.T. Sands teases and delights with Ten Naughty Stories that makes us reconsider our human foibles and frailties.

Dreamy tomboy, Laila meets Cyril, a rebellious gnome and passes through a charmed gate into the Wolf Garden. Here, she does battle with the shape-shifter Smarm and his army of wolves. When Smarm captures her gnome friends and steals the magic strawbs, Laila and Cyril help the Mistress Dido win them back.A Cautionary NoteWhen you enter the Garden, inevitably, and perhaps none too surprisingly, you will find that you leave something behind. When you are in the Garden, you may find - to your surprise or indeed unwittingly - something different. That something different you may take out of the Garden if you so please. Some people may be lost in the Garden. And yet some people may find themselves in the Garden. Others may leave the Garden and never come back. Not all people will remember the Garden. Although if they do, they may find they will be curiously, indeed remarkably enriched by having visited it.From Mr. Whizz's Notebook: Concerning the Garden, a thing rarum.***It was a matter of some urgency; a wolf was loose in the woods. And being loose in the woods, he could get into the garden."Whatever you do," said Dad. "Don't go out the gate. You don't want the wolf to eat you.""By the way," said Mum, "don't forget to take your apple."She went out the door, but the wolf was already in the garden.She turned tail and ran."I must reach the Beech House," she told herself. "It won't get me in the Beech House."The wolf snapped at her heels as she scampered up the tree and onto the platform of the Beech House.After a while, the wolf went away. She climbed down from the tree and ran back towards the house, but the wolf was waiting for her."There you are!" he cried. "I was wondering where you got to.""What are you doing here?" she said. "This is my garden.""It may be your garden," said the wolf. "But once I turn you, you'll be in my garden."

Is it acceptable to run out a team-mate? Should you bet on your Captain's downfall? Would you tamper with a cricket ball to gain an edge? Do you think girls can bat, or would you send down your fastest ball? Have you ever dreamed of hitting the winning run only to have your bails removed and your stumps flattened? Are you a pie chucker, or a natural tail-ender? Are you superstitious? Do you believe in the power of a mystical bat, or essential piece of kit? What would you do if a cricket ball kept landing in your greenhouse? Or someone messed with your box?MT Sands teases and delights with Ten Naughty Cricket Stories that echo with summer laughter and the sound of leather on willow. WHY READ THIS BOOKMe and my Pommie mate, Beef wanted to say a few words about cricket. First off, even if you do not know anything about cricket, we think you should read this book because it tells you about life. To coin a phrase cricket is about life, and life is exactly like the cricket, innit. Secondly, Mary Sands writes like she plays cricket. She has all the best shots. She can hit you for six, or stroke you for four. Not only does she write funnily and well about the cricket, but she gives it all a wicked spin of her own. Finally, there is something magic about a cricket field whether it is a dusty strip in the African veldt, an Indian gulley or Jamaican Beach, the finest lawns of Melbourne or the lovingly trimmed squares of the English shires. We hope these stories will tell something about the magic and the love so many of us feel for this special game.GO WELL,Lance and Beef

This text looks at prostitution in London during the 18th and early 19th centuries. Drawing data from the archives of London's parishes, jury records, and reports from Southwark Gaol, the book aims to shed light on London society, its policing systemes, and its attitudes toward the female poor.