Reblog: Tiny Tuesday #4

I have never heard of this woman (I am told I should have) but this is a pleasant “live” set nonetheless, I thought.

For me, I get a buzz from hearing French-language material, especially since my own ability to travel has been so restricted since my stroke.

Isn’t she tiny?

Songshine Sounds

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If you’re anything like us, you’re missing your regular drip of live music to keep you going. Luckily, lots of mini-concerts are still happening online, and we can tune into to get an intimate musical fix.


Héloïse Adélaïde Letissier known professionally as Christine and the Queen is a French singer/songwriter with amazing range and musical talent. This impromptu concert was given from Studio Ferber in Paris on March 16th of 2020. I hope you enjoy her raw voice and vocal talent as much as I do.

Line Up:

People, I’ve been sad

Mountains (we met)

Je disparais dans tes bras

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Santé!

January 2021

In the week leading up to 19th January, in the UK, there were almost 40,000 new COVID cases. And, on that day alone, 1,358 deaths. That is somebody who had earlier tested positive for COVID, dropped dead on that date. Our government’s statistics, at the start of this, were woeful, but they have had over a year now to get things right.

There is also a number, the scientists call it the R-Number, which indicates the growth rate of the virus. It is partly calculated from models, so I have always taken it with a pinch of salt. But in a nutshell, if one person is infected, how many other people will they go on to infect?

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Consequences

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of of 11 May 2021, tirade.

The husband’s new camera got crushed,
So he scolded his wife ’til she gushed,
She got tired of tirade
So she lifted a spade?
And she battered his head to a mush!


Prompt image for the Fandango One Word Challenge prompt

One Last Job (2)

I wrote the first part of this story yesterday, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #117, where we write about the photo below. So, here is my second half:

Part One
Part Two

By midday the next morning, the team were finally into the bank. More than 12 hours after the escapade had begun, they were now 8 hours behind schedule. But there was one more wall to go before they reached the vault and the riches that lay on the other side. Thank goodness they had that extra day, thought Del.

Setting up the drill once again, there was no option but to sit it out, and by midnight they were finally inside the vault. In the corner stood a large, modern safe.

“Crikey”, said Albert.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well, jeez, I ain’t seen nuffin like this before, Del. What did it say on the plan? A 2400? Well, look, this is a SafeAsHouses 6000. Jesus, boy, where’d you get those plans? Off a fucking market stall?”

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