Thought I’d pose a riddle today.
Q.
What has four legs but just one foot?
A.
A bed.
Making you groan… any day of the week!
The Tuesday Groan
Month: November 2021
Trying to Work
Lola.
The Last Straw
inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 30 November 2021, schism.
A cantankerous old grump called MacDuff,
Would berate his poor missus quite rough,
When at last she got out,
All the town heard her shout,
“This is it, you git, I’ve had enough”.
A Rehash
For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #146, where we write about the image below from Morguefile.com.
The golden-haired young girl was becoming worried. It was winter and she had done exactly what her mother had forbidden, and strayed too far into the forest, but enchanted by the fresh snowfall and the invigorating weather, she had simply wandered farther than she had intended. And, with the snow creating a uniform world of white, she could not even be sure that she was walking in the right direction.
The temperature was dropping, and a cool dusk was falling rapidly as she entered a clearing. Lighting her lantern, she was sure she could smell the unmistakeable odour of burning wood. She became relieved, for it meant that humans were nearby. Immediately, she resolved to find them and to seek assistance.
Instinctively, the girl allowed her nose to lead the way and, with the sky becoming darker all the while, within ten minutes she reached a welcoming log cabin.
Stealing silently onto the porch, the girl rapped on the heavy door, but received no response. Surprised, she had smelled the smoke, seen the lights, so had expected somebody to be home, but nobody came. She then peeked through the main window. Again, she saw a fire crackling away, but nothing else stirred.
She tried the front door, which to her surprise once more, opened easily. Immediately, the heat struck her.
“Hello?”, she cried meekly, aware that she was intruding. “Is there anybody there?”
Again, no response. It was as if the owners had just disappeared.
The girl tiptoed into the house. Strange. It was well-furnished and was clearly somebody’s home. But prowling around the room, she saw no sign of life whatever, except for on a rustic oak dining table, where she saw three steaming bowls of porridge.
The Monday Groan
The dirty robber,
So filthy, he took a bath,
But did his back in.
Making you groan… any day of the week!
Titanic – What Really Happened
inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 29 November 2021, haughty.
A haughty young girl at a dance,
Met a street urchin bent on romance,
But the lass took one look,
At his face, caked in muck,
And said “Bozo, you ain’t got a chance”
Who Won the Week (28 November 2021)
In response to Fandango’s Who Won the Week posts, I have been looking at my own newsfeeds.
I wanted to highlight this week an ongoing story in the UK. If you are in Europe, you’ll undoubtedly know about it, but I doubt anyone further afield will be aware. But we all have our own concerns about immigration.
Migrants into the UK generally have to cross the English Channel first, and my story tonight was sparked by an event which was huge in its own right, a tragedy which saw a dinghy capsize, drowning all 27 migrants on board.
To an extent, the UK’s response to the tragedy was reasonable. They recognise that the French need to mplay a big part, because all these boats trying to cross the Channel are being launched from France.
I can maybe even understand that the UK is so concerned, it might throw possible solutions into the ring. Can we do this, can you do that, can we both do something else, even, to try to dilute the problem? But there’s a limit to how far you can go with this, because nobody wants to feel like they’re being pushed around.
But our PM, Boris Johnson, took it a step further.
He sent a letter to the French. It contained all of these things. But then, he made his letter open. Not only was the release timed to coincide with the evening news here, but he also released it to Twitter.
Now, someone using Twitter as a mouthpiece to spout forth their view of the world. Who does that sound like?
Not at all surprisingly, the French are pissed. Given that their response was to pull out of talks which had been scheduled the very next day, the UK shot itself in the foot. That’s not how you do diplomacy. Not if you want to achieve results.
I just thought that this parallel with Trump was uncanny. He took an already-low bar, made it lower, and now, the UK government wants to emulate him! We should be demanding higher standards from public servants, not lower.
I bet the rest of Europe must be sighing with relief that we are gone!
Sunday Stroll
Walked in the other direction today. Followed the course of the river, but stuck to the lane two fields away.
It started bright, by the time I got out the clouds were forming, as you can see, and now (about 3 hours later) it is completely overcast. We even have rain forecast within the hour.
Mister Bump 
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