Ice

Looking out over my balcony the snow that fell Thursday has turned into a block of ice. Cars that were not moved have been frozen in place, the neighbours resorting to salt to get their vehicles out. With any luck they can open their doors. Most have icicles hanging all around. It was cold yesterday that when I opened my door to step out on my balcony I didn’t even bother to complete the task — I promptly shut the door and sat by the fireplace and drank another coffee. Sometimes it’s not even worth trying…

That considered, I do have hope for a life in a place with better weather. I have received job leads for permanent positions in New South Wales. Should I receive a formal offer upon completion of my MA programme I will be on the next flight to Sydney.

Ecstasy

He was in ecstasy with a huge smile on his face as his wife moved forwards, then backwards, forward, then backwards again….back and forth…back and forth…

in and out…in and out.

Her heart was pounding…her face was flushed…then she moaned, softly at first,then began to groan louder. Finally, totally exhausted, she let out an almighty scream and shouted, Continue reading “Ecstasy”

Anglican angst

I’m popping orf to Olde Englande on the morrow for a gathering of the clan. So naturally my thoughts turned again to Justin Wellby, who has received his first hospital pass even before he starts his new job. It seems a bit odd really, although that may be because I am not privy to the inner workings of Lambeth United.

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‘Tis the Season.

Well it is here, it’s Thanksgiving and I thought it might round out the feast to have some local oysters, enough for a few raw and a few fritters and enough to make some oyster stuffing for the turkey tomorrow.    We are seating twelve.

So yesterday afternoon my neighbour and I set off down to the local dock, (about three miles) and waited for the oyster boats to come in. There was no shortage of choice, a couple of the boats were loaded with oysters to the point of foundering.  30 minutes later we had two bushels of fine bay oysters split between three large coolers and were back home in the small shed making sure they passed our rigid quality standard, two dozen or so later they were judged plenty adequate and have been iced down awaiting a major shuck in the morning.

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One of the few big advantages of living in the wilderness, guaranteed off-the-boat fresh oysters for $50 per bushel (about $0.30 each).

Juletide approacheth

Like it or loathe it, you can’t ignore it. The first nisser (elves to you) are now multiplying around the supermarkets to herald the season of ill-temper and untold misery for millions. As one small victim put it so succinctly: “dear santa, larst yere you wos a mean bogger.” But I bring good tidings. Yours truly, Janus Agonensis, is setting up in competition with the ageing Arctic benefactor. After all, two heads are better than one and my delivery service is syndicated to low-tax Amazon. So all you have to do is to tell me your deepest desires – which will be fulfilled, subject to your signed agreement to the terms and conditions detailed in a special app available from Boots and all good garden centres, price $49.95. Thank you for your attention and have a nice day. Welcome to the Agonalia! (see Wiki for assistance as required).