Category: Confusion
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Shelter
They thought they’d made the right choice in sheltering in the arched doorway of St. Lestill’s church. But as the spire rotated into a clock tower, the stained-glass windows folded in on themselves, and huge gothic turrets grew out of each corner of the cold stone structure, they realised the error they’d made. The rain…
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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……
