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| internet is down on the computer so I am dictating to the phone. |
| internet is down on the computer so I am dictating to the phone. |
| "Is Sam a little less crazy than before, now that he's a married man?" "Less crazy? He's even more weird than he ever was. He now wears a nose ornament." "A what?" "It's a design thing that clips on to his nose. He hasn't had his nose pierced yet, but is planning to." "I remember the last time I met him. A couple of years ago. He had this bottle ..." "I've heard that one. It's a famous story. He had a bottle of apple juice and thought that Rover would like it and spilled it on the floor for Rover to drink ..." "And Rover doesn't like apple juice and an elderly gentleman slipped on the spilled apple juice." "And then Sam apologised, helped the old chap to his feet and said the title of his - Sam's - autobiography would be Don't Cry Over Spilled Apple Juice ..." "And then he said but wouldn't the kind man forgive the clumsy youth and let him buy him a cup of coffee?" "And now they're best friends and the old chap even attended Sam's wedding! Was he wearing the nose ornament at the wedding?" "I don't know - need to see some pictures! Anyway, we're all meeting Sam this evening, he's hosting poetry night." "Oops -- speak of the -- here's a message from him. It says everyone is to bring a favourite piece of jewellery to poetry night for a surprise activity." "Now I have to attend poetry night tonight!" 243 WORDS |
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48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
Dead..." What do you want to bet About the fate of Juliet? What did she give or get This young girl, Juliet? She got a true boyfriend With her till the end Wanting to be his wife For that she gave her life. Both youngsters were brave This led them to their grave And this is saddest yet About the fate of Juliet. She had so much, you know In the love of young Romeo But she being a Capulet Sealed the fate of young Juliet. He was a Montague And his loyalty was due To the tribe of his birth Not the one he loved most on earth. So, she did give and she did get Our young heroine, Juliet But finally, her fate was to die And Romeo to give his final sigh. |
| Got internet back after Saturday evening (my time). |
| Pedro sat by the window, apparently people-watching in idleness. In reality, he was fully alert and looking out for someone in particular. "He'll be wearing a blue hat," they had said, and this was all that the 14-year-old had to go on. The designated hour came and went. Still Pedro sat there. His mother put a cup of coffee next to him but he didn't even notice. A man in a blue hat, who seemed like he wasn't going to keep the appointment. "I'm going to bed, Pedro," he heard his mother call, as night fell. "Goodnight." His mother knew it wasn't any use telling him to go to bed as well. The boy would keep his vigil, continuing to gaze out into the street where the light of the street-lamp now threw strange shadows. There was nobody on the street now. A cat prowled among some trash-cans. The moon went behind a cloud. Pedro felt his eyes closing and jerked himself awake. He must not sleep now! It was 3 A.M. when Pedro heard something. A distant sound at first, and then louder and clearer. Not footsteps. It was the sound of hooves. Horse's hooves. "It must be him, he is coming on a horse!" Pedro thought. Then he said it aloud, because his mother, having heard the hooves, had climbed out of bed and joined him, wearing a dressing gown. She took her son's hand and squeezed it as the figure came into sight, trotting down the street. "Yes, Pedro, it is him. It is your father. I ran away from him 12 years ago, carrying you in my arms because I thought a circus was no place to bring up a small boy. Now you can meet him again and decide for yourself. It's him." 298 WORDS |
| I'm planning a talk for Mothers' Day on the mothers depicted in Enid Blyton's books and the Harry Potter books. Any thoughts are welcome!  |
| "Note: Newsfeed Challenge
Newsfeed Challenge due..." A story unfolds as it is told Beginning, middle and end Characters, happy, sad, timid, bold Deeds that heal, deeds that rend. Emperors rule, peasants toil Friends and family gather round Glittering gems, the pirates' spoil Hoards of treasure to be found. In Wonderland where Alice plays Jesters prank the other cards King and Queen decide who stays Losers lamented by the bards. Might and magic, Nobles and knights Old witch playing a trick Princess's plight. Questions and answers Rhymes with no reason Singers and dancers Traitors and treason. Unicorns and ukuleles Visions of sun and moon Wonder feast of cakes and jellies Xylophones play a merry tune Years go by, we remember Zinging along to the Zither! |
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"Shhhh," said Santa, signaling frantically for silence. The Elves and Mrs. Claus looked at him in surprise. "What's the matter, dear?" Mrs. Claus asked in a whisper. Santa pointed. All of them looked where he was indicating. Yes, there was definitely someone hiding in the shadows, where the sleigh was parked. "But the reindeer don't seem to be upset," the Chief Elf murmured. "If it was a thief, they'd be neighing to alert us!" "I'm going to solve this mystery," stated Mrs. Claus, with determination. She went to the workshop door, yanked it open and strode to the sleigh. "Rudolph!" shouted Mrs. Claus. "Did you see someone lurking around here?" "Yes, I did," Rudolph replied, quite calmly. "I saw the Easter bunny!" His clear voice reached the workshop and Santa and the Elves streamed out. "You saw the Easter Bunny?" "He did," came a voice, and the Easter Bunny stepped out from behind the shadows. "What are you doing here?" Mrs. Claus demanded. "And why aren't you wearing a sweater, you must be freezing." "Yes, the North Pole is cold," the bunny replied. "Well, move it," Mrs. Claus commanded. Soon, everyone was indoors, the bunny had one of Santa's spare suits on, and everyone was sipping hot cocoa and eating cinnamon cookies. "I'm sorry," the Bunny said. "Don't talk with your mouth full," Mrs. Claus ordered. The bunny swallowed his mouthful and spoke again. "I'm sorry. I had to come and spy. I needed to know how you deliver all those gifts to all those girls and boys in one night. My methods are getting a little outdated and I'm not able to keep up." Soon, Santa and the Bunny, with the Chief Elf and Mrs. Claus, were in a deep discussion on logistics. "Amazing, thank you!" the Bunny concluded. 300 WORDS |
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