Category: Confusion
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Of Noses and Missing Flowers
Dreary humour in a sepia world, tinged by red and sadness… a shattered large clown’s nose perched on a bowler hat breaks up the melancholy. It’s funny how some things aren’t… wouldn’t you say? A missing squirty flower makes all the difference.
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The Unicorn Challenge: The 07:25
We walked through the woods for what seemed miles… and hours. Mile after mile and hour after hour of relaxing nature. We were still on time, however, to reach the level crossing at 07:25 to see the steam train, Sovereign Maiden, chug through pulling twenty (we counted them in turn) shiny wooden-topped carriages. Steam clouds…
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More Thomasina Art
Thomasina (my Inner Woman) is quite demanding. She regularly requires paintings to be created, of familiar looking portraits, only she is the featured subject. Here are two works in progress. The first, is Thomasina’s Gothic. She managed to enlist the help of my Inner Leader of the Opposition for this one. The second, is Lady…
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The Call
Hello… Al… Al… hello… Alist… A… Alistair? It’s a bad line… it’s… hello… it’s Donald… Donald… Don uld… Donald Muir… Muir… em you eye or… Muir… yes, Donald Muir… we met at… Muir, yes, Donald Muir, that’s it! You remember, we met at the golf club… golf… the golf club… golf… gee oh elle bee……
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The Unicorn Challenge: Temptation
“Miranda, what did you do?” Miranda sat, or rather lay, at an odd angle across a shattered chair in the grounds of Yelby Manor. “I only sat for a second,” the young maid said, somewhat confused. Gretchen the Cook looked on sternly. “Oh, his Lordship will not be pleased. What did you do? What did…
The Mansionic Perspective 