A restful weekend…

Sue’s work in the garden.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

“Don’t give me your excuses…. you’re a superhobbit and superhobbits don’t seize up!”

My son had phoned me to discuss his garden, even though I had just spent yet another nine hours in it, moving tons of earth and stone… and that is not dramatic exaggeration but simple fact. I’d done the same the for two days before too. At my age and with my bones, I am entitled to seize up.

The first day, labour and time being in short supply, I had hand-oiled and moved three hundred yards of timber to help out… and that was bad enough. Truth be told, it was only adrenalin that carried me through the next day. I had waited at home for my own delivery, dragged fence panels and posts into my garden and carried in three hundred pounds of cement mix. My back protested, but needs must when deliveries are ‘kerbside’.

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Monsters, Monsters Everywhere

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

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There are monsters everywhere we look in the federal government today.  Those who are opening their mouths to say, “But it has always been so”, just hush, please.  Sure, every administration has had a few corrupt members, some more than others.  But the current administration is the most corrupt in history, and that is only based on what we know!  I think that once they are gone and the digging begins, we will find many dead bodies that we are not aware of yet.  But I’m not talking about corruption at the moment, I am talking about monsters …

It isn’t only the corruption, but the sheer lack of any shred of conscience or humanity in most of Trump’s administration, from his hired bimbo Kellyanne, to his senior policy advisor Stephen Miller, to Treasury Secretary Steve Mnuchin.  Look into their eyes … nothing.  No warmth, no sign of life. …

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The labourer is worthy of his hire

First, the most exciting and humorous story in more detail than you might want to know about building and maintaining various privies. Next, the first Tallis book on offer by Jim Webster about Port Naain and its inhabitants, which is also a murder mystery. It’s most reasonably priced and followed by a great review by a pleased reader.

Tallis Steelyard

The labourer is worthy of his hire

It is a question that may need to be asked. Should night-soil collectors seek to rise above their station? I only ask because of the sad case of Jaysen. He was a night-soil collector and the son of a long line of night-soil collectors. He owned two horses and a cart and even employed a man or two to assist him when trade was busy. He had a good steady round, emptying pail privies on a regular basis, indeed some particularly sensitive houses paid him to collect daily.

Yet where most night-soil men live for the day when their sense of smell dies completely, Jaysen wanted more. Initially he was cautious, he merely branched out into emptying earth closets. It has to be admitted that those citizens of Port Naain who have pleasant grounds around their house often yearn for the rustic simplicity of the earth closet tucked discreetly at…

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The water fountain of Ortal Dreen.

First, a historic tale of a fountain famous for its past and promises. Next a comedic mystery book on offer at a most reasonable price by Jim Webster featuring Tallis’s friend Benor the cartographer. A good review by a pleased reader follows.

Tallis Steelyard

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On the back road which winds, somewhat uncertainly, between Avitas on one side of Partann, and Prae Ducis on the other, lies the village of Oridwick. It is barely a village, more a hamlet, but it’s a pleasant enough place, and the Inn there, the Dreamers of Oridwick, is known for both the quality of its ale and its generosity towards poets. Thus and so, with that one line I have repaid a little of my debt to the landlord.

But the glory of Oridwick is the water fountain of Ortal Dreen. Ortal Dreen was the third king of the Dreen dynasty which ruled over all Partann perhaps two thousand years ago, perhaps a little less. It ruled from the Cape of Sighs in the south, all the way north to where the mountains meet the coast. For the Dreen dynasty, Port Naain was just another of the cities of…

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Goldsmiths saves the world with virtue signalling.

First, a description of something most people don’t think of, the byproducts of various grains and how they can be fed to cows. Next, an interesting and humorous book offered at a most reasonable price by Jim Webster about livestock and border collies on the farm. A review by a pleased reader is included.

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Yes, you can all relax. Goldsmiths, the university college which flies in 36.8% of its students from around the world, is preventing global warming by banning beef burgers.

As exercises in applied hypocrisy go, you have to admit this one is impressive. But it does raise a point. In the church there is a phrase, somebody can be described as “Too heavenly minded to be any earthly use.”
Perhaps academia has an equivalent, I would suggest it was along the lines of, “So well educated they’re utterly ignorant.”

What brought this on, other than Goldsmith’s being ridiculous, was going for a walk yesterday. It was fine. The first fine day we’ve had for a while. I noticed as I walked round the back of one village that the barley that had not been combined was looking awfully grey and sorry for itself. Combining that isn’t going to be a harvest…

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The Latest News Plus Food

 

Photo Copyright: Dale Rogerson

Here we are again and this week we’re gathered in Dale’s restaurant. We’ve come together to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and be inspired by the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Dale Rogerson. Thanks, Dale. To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link below, then on the smiling frog. Next, follow the given directions.

23 August 2019

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 98 Words

The Latest News Plus Food by P.S. Joshi

The Happy Afternoons Club trailed into the Hearty Appetite restaurant.

Once a week, they met for lunch to hear gossip and stuff their faces.

This group had started out thirty years before with ten members. They were now down to four.

They were women who didn’t work and whose children were on their own. Many of the original group were now working themselves.

Most had to as they were divorced or widowed.

“Ladies,” said Barbara, “Has anyone heard anything new?”

Florence sighed,” I have a new vacuum cleaner.”

“Is that all?” moaned Lois.

“This pie is delicious,” Florence shot back.

Achieving inner peace and tranquility

I can believe it.

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Could you use more peace and tranquility in your life?

Of course you could. We all could. That’s why I’m passing along this information.

By following some simple advice I heard on the Dr. Phil show, I found inner peace, and you can too.

Dr. Phil says the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you started but never finished.

So I looked around the house to see what things I’d started and hadn’t finished, and to be honest with you, I was surprised at how many I found.

So I got to work. 

I finished off a bottle of merlot, a bottle of white zinfandel, a bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream, a box of chocolate truffles, and half a cheesecake left over from last night.

You would not believe how freaking good I feel.

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