The hole in the roof has had babies. They are now Holes – plural. And we’ve run out of buckets.
C’est la vie. Que sera, sera.
I saw Annie and Dave live in a tiny backstreet club in Berlin. They were at the height of their fame but chose that over the Olympic Stadium which was right beside our RMP Unit and had hosted the likes of U2, Michael Jackson, Bowie etc.
Girl Monday and I were talking yesterday about our county and how, when we both returned about 20 years ago, it was still forgotten. Sleepy. Old. And a place where only peasants lived.
We both live in “the gateway to the Wolds.”
Fast forward to now and, even without a motorway, we have been INVADED.
A good 50% of the farmland around us is now full of housing estates. The population has almost trebled and the roads, schools, medical services, police, fire, essentially essentials are all at stretching point.
We both want to leave and find the peace we once had. I’d love to go home – to the Scottish Highlands. She wants somewhere not quite so cold and brutal and unpredictable.
It’s really sad. We are a small island surrounded by much smaller islands and one day we will be covered in tarmac and cheap as chips housing.
You might’ve guessed that I’m a huge fan of Cosy Mysteries. Hamish Macbeth being a point in case. Even Agatha Christie started off in this genre.
I have the perfect plot for one of my own!
One of my boys is definitely a foodie Black Sheep. He doesn’t eat Sunday lunch or the Full Christmas Dinner stuff, so, we bought him a special meal for today that included extremely expensive salmon slices. Freaking weirdo child.
Anyhoo : this Xmas day has been a disaster, dahlings.
Someone has stolen, misplaced, teleported said child’s fish. He’s devastated and had a better Sarah Bernhardt moment than I have EVER produced.
Apparently he will either starve to death or have a bowl of Ready Break for Christmas.
Psssst. I blame his mother for the Am Dram bit. Oh, yes.
So – first off. A better title than Who Nicked the Salmon? is needed.
Second off. Even I don’t know the outcome. Which is a very bad way to start a novel :o(
…It has been a very long day and I’ve just had a child walk in as I watching this on the TV who announced – Letterlocking!
What the Fluff?
How did he know that and I didn’t ?
I’m the bloody historian…….!!!
Letterlocking is the act of folding and securing a written message (such as a letter) on papyrus, parchment, or paper, without requiring it to be contained in an envelope or packet. It is a traditional method of document security that utilizes folding and cutting. The process dates to the 13th century in Western history, corresponding with the availability of flexible writing paper. Letterlocking uses small slits, tabs, and holes placed directly into a letter, which combined with folding techniques are used to secure the letter (“letterpacket”), preventing reading the letter without breaking seals or slips, providing a means of tamper resistance and tamper evidence. These folds and holes may be additionally secured with string and sealing wax.
A particularly intricate method known as a spiral lock was in use by people of many social backgrounds in early modern Europe, including monarchs Mary Queen of Scots and Elizabeth I of England. The pages of a letter would be folded together to form a packet. A sliver cut from a page but remaining attached at one end would be woven multiple times, back and forth, through short slots cut into the folded pages. The paper would then be moistened so that it would swell, locking the pieces together. The loose end of the sliver would then be pasted down and possibly sealed with wax.
Intricate letterlocking works contain artistic elements, demonstrating more than a utilitarian purpose. While the use of sealing techniques may have been limited to ecclesiastic and the nobility, letterlocking was historically performed by all classes of writers. An individual could also be recognised by their personal technique of folding, as was the case with Jane Whorwood, of whose letter Charles I of England wrote: “This Note […] I know, by the fowldings […] that it is written by [Mrs Whorwood]”.
Letterlocking is also a discipline focusing on “the materially engineered security and privacy of letters, both as a technology and a historically evolving tradition.”
Being a writer, I know the cause and effect rule. I know how to use it. I know why it is used.
But can I explain any of the above?
Or maybe :
This happened. Then this happened because that happened. Then because that happened (and annoyed someone) because that happened (which had killed someone) then this happened. Then. This happened……aaarrrggghh!
That would NEVER get me an A* grade even though I always study the generations before and after. :o(
He took himself, youngest son and best mate to Mauritius for a week of fishing to fulfil a dream.
He WANTED to catch a Marlin.
Youngest is his mother’s son. Seasick as…
BUT – he caught the Marlin. After hours of fighting. And then. And then. The skipper killed it there and then. Gutted and sliced it and said Thanks Mate. You’ve just earned me 3,000 whatever currency they use there.
He was devastated.
So was I.
It was our 25th wedding anniversary and he didn’t give a flying a fish.
I have NEVER seen any of The Matrix films. Never felt the need to.
But I just typed Merovingian into yt and THIS came up. I was confused. What do The Long-Haired Kings (Merovingian) have to do with a H/wood film?
Affiliation. The Merovingian (sometimes called The Frenchman) is an old, powerful program that resides within the Matrix. Self-described as a “trafficker of information”, the Merovingian behaves much as a leader of a powerfully organized crime syndicate.
Yah. Mmn. Sigh. Now Everyone thinks Merovingian is evil !
I’m totally stunned about how deep this deceit goes.