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Friday, 13 October 2023

Riddles 01

 Riddles 01

By the Riddler


 

Settle down now RLWG2020...  The Riddler says he has two puzzles for us today:

 

No 1 what word is pronounced the same if you take away 4 of its 5 letters?

 

No 2  Five sisters are all busy. Ann is reading a book, Rose is cooking, Katy is playing chess, and Mary is doing the laundry, What is the 5th sister doing?

 

 

Riddler says he will feed us a couple each day.

 

Keep em coming Riddler

Painted Smile

 Painted Smile

By Jane Goodhew  


Winds blow, the river still flows, like my love for you once did

Until you shied away from me and let me down as you hid

Like a clown behind a painted smile, you deceive

No mention to stay where I was, that you had lied and could not leave

 

Instead, you led the lover into dreams of future plans and journeys to a foreign land

Although you felt an empty space where once had been my wedding band

As you sat that night and held my hands to warm them from the cold

Not once did you say you were not free, to be with me, no my love, you were not bold

 

You hid behind mumbled words that did not disclose how you had lied

Of your betrayal of one who had always trusted as a naïve child

Who gave you unconditional love and would have understood

If you had from the start just told the truth, instead, you chose

 

To lie and break my heart again which no words can ever mend

Yet you continue to deceive but sadly I now know, it is all, pretend.

                                                                       

 Copyright By Jane Goodhew        

 

 

Thursday, 12 October 2023

The Appointment 3

 The Appointment

Jane Scoggin 


It was Tuesday and Joyce and Clive had an appointment at outpatients at 10.45am. It was only a twenty minute drive, but Clive knew that parking at the hospital was never easy. Being the ex-soldier that he was, he prided himself not only on having a sharp crease in his trousers and well polished shoes when he went out, but also on being punctual. He had worked out the time margins he would need to arrive ten minutes before the appointment given the traffic at that time in the morning and the parking when he got to the hospital. Joyce was much less worried about these sorts of things because she had never been in the army and had never learned to drive. She left a great deal of organising daily life to Clive and was happy to do so. He was a good man, a kind husband, and as far as she could remember, had never been late for anything. However on this particular Tuesday, there was a hold up on the main road due to a lorry shedding its load of fruit and veg which put them back 10 minutes more than expected, and when they arrived at the hospital there was no room in the car park. Clive drove around the two car parks slowly, looking out for anyone that looked like they were going. After five minutes he was feeling a bit flustered and was checking his watch every minute as it ticked worryingly towards the appointment time. Fortunately, a space became vacant at 10.40 and once safely parked Clive felt some relief. They would have to hurry though as he wasn’t sure where exactly they had to go once inside the hospital foyer. There wasn’t a reception desk and no one in uniform to ask, so he suggested they set off down the corridor towards the consulting rooms in the hope they would find the right clinic.

 Fortunately, within a few minutes, Clive saw the name of the Consultant mentioned in the appointment letter above a door. Almost at the same time the door opened and a nurse appeared, asked his name, and started to usher him in.  They were now getting on for ten minutes late for the appointment. At the same moment Clive, on turning to his wife, realised that she was not behind him. He looked around him and back down the corridor but she was not there. He panicked and told the nurse his wife, Joyce seemed to have disappeared. He could see through the open door the doctor glancing at his watch as he stood up from behind his desk to greet him. The nurse indicated he should go in, and said she would go and look for his wife. Before she closed the door, the doctor told the nurse that he did not appear to have the notes for Mr or Mrs Jones. He asked her to check the trolley in the adjoining room to see if they were there. She agreed and hurried off to find the notes and Mrs Jones. Meanwhile, Clive anxious about the disappearance of Joyce became somewhat agitated and declined the offer of a seat. Remaining standing, he kept glancing at the door hoping the nurse would soon return with his wife. The doctor unaware of the missing Joyce asked Clive what was bothering him so much.

“Well, I’ve just lost my wife, and I'm worried about her,” he said crossly

Misunderstanding, the doctor replied

“I’m sorry to hear that Mr Jones, how long ago since you lost her?’’

 “Just a short while ago.  She came with me today and was here with me in the hospital. One minute she was there and then she was gone. I can’t understand it. She will be missing me.’’ 

The doctor made a note about bereavement counselling.

“Is there anyone who gives you any help or support at home Mr Jones?”

“We have always looked after each other doctor. We help each other, me and my Joyce. She needs me doctor, and I need to get her back”

The doctor made a note about possible support needed at home and a referral to the memory clinic. Mr Jones clearly wasn’t coping since the death of his wife and hadn’t come to terms with his loss. Clive kept looking to the door. When he heard a noise in the corridor he was twisting his hands in his cap nervously.

The doctor wished he had the notes for Mr Jones to give him a bit of background on the concerns raised in the referral from the GP. 

When the nurse opened the door with Joyce by her side Clive was so relieved he took her hands in his, as she smiled benignly at him.

“All safe and sound Mr Jones. I found her sitting by the broom cupboard waiting for the bus.”  She handed some notes to the doctor marked Mrs Jones. There were no notes for Mr Jones. 

  Mrs Jones politely addressed the doctor “How nice that you have come to see us today, I hope you will stay for tea, I'm sure we have cake, don’t we Clive? And this nice young lady too, who I just met at the bus stop.”

The geriatrician looked from Clive to Joyce and the penny dropped.

“Well now Mrs Jones, yes, tea would be lovely. Please take a seat. Thank you nurse, I think I’ve got the picture now.”

 

Copyright Jane Scoggins

 

 

 

Wednesday, 11 October 2023

Sunday, 8 October 2023

COLD WARS!

 COLD WARS! 

By Rosemary Clarke 


Very wheezy

Runny nose

I think we've all had one of those.

 

Garden outside  

Lovely day!

But I'm not feeling much, ok?

 

CAN'T HAVE THIS COLD!

All over sore

So I am starting a COLD WAR!!

 

Echinacea

Licorice sticks

That should knock this flu for six!

 

Hot water bottles

Are the champs!

Stopping shivering and cramps!

 

Take advice

I got from mum

Wash your hair and feed your tum.

 

Olbas oil

Bashes coughs

Telling them to 'bleep bleep' off!

 

Washing up

Left in sink

Lots of vitamin C to drink.

 

Tastebuds waning, 

All is salt

Having flu is no one's fault.

 

So time passes

Almost well

KNOCKED THAT FLU TO MERRY HELL!

 

Body stronger

Exercise

Flu is on the ropes cross eyed!

 

So..when the flu

Is all about

GET THE ECHINACEA OUT!

 

Use it each 

And every day

Flu pack bags and run away!  OK?

 

Copyright Rosemary Clarke

Saturday, 7 October 2023

Northern Reaches ~ 01 Wizomi’s Quest

 Northern Reaches ~ 01  Wizomi’s Quest

By Len Morgan 

[This is a continuation from Abbalar Tales ~ 24] 

https://rlwg2020.blogspot.com/2021/01/abbalartales-24-revisionists-1-by-len.html 


Wizomi stepped down from the arrival daise.

The Oracle ‘Mind spoke’ to him:

The nearest town is due East it’s called Banks.  The weather is inclement so you will need to don rough weather gear from the dresser.’ 

Suitably garbed, still retaining his hooded robe and staff, he headed towards the main door that bore a recessed palm print. He placed his hand in the print, and the door opened on a grey sky.  A blustery gale pushed him out onto the barren plain.  He checked his loadstone, raised his hood and visor, protection from the swirling dust, and headed East; along a well-travelled path.

The Oracle continued:

‘You will find a sailboard hidden in the copse to your left; it will speed your journey.’ 

 He found the wheeled sailboard, hoisted its square sail, and grasped the guide ropes. Twenty miles on he could see Banks in the distance.  There were parking spaces outside the town some occupied by similar wind driven vehicles tied to a hitching rail.  He tied up and headed into town; along an uninspiring ‘dirt’ road. 

He was disappointed.  It wasn’t as he’d imagined a town in an advanced society would look.  It was a shabby border town like so many he’d visited in the past. 

 ‘That is how it is intended to look outwardly. Go to the Inn, ask for Tam and tell him you were sent by the Oracle.’ 

The Inn was situated on the outskirts of the town.  He went in and took a seat at an empty bare trestle table, he observed the wood had been darkened and smoothed by the hands of many patrons, of which there were few today.  He received curious glances.  Then a waitress entered with bowls of steaming food and a basket of bread rolls.  His nostrils twitched, it smelt good!  He waited until she’d emptied her tray then waved her over. 

“Young lady, the aroma of your food is tempting, might I have a generous helping and a flagon of ale please?”

She ignored him and went to another table instead; taking their orders first.  He waited until they’d received their food. 

“Waitress, can I please order a meal?”

She ignored him and returned to the kitchens.  He waited a while then wandered over to the bar.  “Barkeep, I would speak with Tam.” 

“That’s me, how can I help?” 

“My name is Wizomi, I’m newly arrived from the Oracle and would like a room and victuals if you please.” 

“Bett please serve this gentleman and show him to our best room.”  He placed a tankard of ale on the counter. “It will be added to your bill sir.”

Wizomi returned to his seat and quaffed his ale.  Pretty soon Bett returned with a bowl of mutton stew and dumplings.  He wiped out his bowl with a Bread roll from the basket that accompanied the meal.  Bett collected the empties. 

“Thank you that was delicious Bett.” 

“Can I show you to your room now?”

He smiled, stood and followed her to a clean room above the tavern.  

.-…-. 

He awoke with the first rays of the sun, a new day, bright and welcoming.  He went downstairs where a committee of five waited to greet him.  He was ushered to a vacant seat. 

Without preamble he spoke, “I’m here to seek out the Revisionist sect.”  He took out his letter of introduction from the Oracle.  Nobody moved. 

“Are you one of them?” Tam asked. 

“I am not, but I am sympathetic to their cause, and I am seeking their assistance…” 

“You won’t find them here; their sect is situated a hundred miles further East of Banks.”

“Then why was I sent here…?”

 ‘You will need a key,’

 “Do you perhaps have said key?”

The group exchanged looks, then Tam slid a token across the table.

“We will provide you with rations for your journey, return the sailboard, and provide you with transport for your onward journey.” 

.-…-. 

Wiz travelled by horse in an Easterly direction, towards a distant range of hills.  After three days he arrived at a narrow pass.  Casting his mind ahead he located an eagle in her eyrie high in a fissure on the cliff face.  Her eyes were so sharp; it took him several moments to align his senses with hers.  Through her eyes he saw a campsite, the embers still smoking.  He saw the lookout on the cliff top signal to a group of five armed men spread out on either side of the cut; he’d been identified as a potential mark.  There were no projectile weapons so he continued afoot, whilst identifying each adversary from the eagle’s eye viewpoint, allowing the horse to guide him.

A man stepped into his path and smiled.  “Greetings friend, we work hard to ensure the pass remains open for travellers through all kinds of weather.  So, I’m sure you would not think us unreasonable if we request a small tithe, a contribution, for travelling our highway?” 

“That does not sound unreasonable, I’m sure you have a family to support.  How much should I donate to your cause?”

“Well, you appear to be a reasonable traveller you’re obviously visiting our village, just a few miles ahead, so will not need that fine horse. And, shall we say half your goods!” 

“It is possible you are correct, so tell me sir, what is the name of your dwelling?” 

“Journeys End…”

“But, that is not my destination, so I will still require my mount…” 

“It’s as far as you will go on this path my friend,” the man took the reins of his horse; it promptly took a step forward and stamped on his foot. “Aahh,” he yelled.  Thinking he’d been attacked by Wizomi, two men appeared from either side.  The horse reared up and pushed one man to the ground in a daze. The other raised his sword to strike Wiz, who used his stave like a spear aimed at the man’s solar plexus, and pushed him to the ground, spark out.  He rubbed his hands together and a light appeared.  He closed his eyes and clapped his hand.  A blinding flash temporarily robbed the other two of their sight, and Wiz continued on his way.

That would have concluded the meeting had not the lookout signalled to two others a mile further on.  Wiz was aware there might be others ahead but was caught unawares by a well aimed rock.  Dazed and hogtied he was jostled by the gait of his horse, as he lay prone across its back. 

At ‘Journeys End’, he was dropped to the hard packed earth.

 “What have we here,” a heavyset bearded man said removing the ropes. 

“Thank you, sir.”

“He’s a tricky one Arturo, he blinded the main crew with some clever device, I had to brain him with a rock…”

“Show me his things Boxer,” his remaining provisions a short blade, a length of thin cowhide rope, a few silver and copper coins, his robe and a stave. “Aside from the horse, there’s nothing here worth fighting over. He poked Wiz with his foot.  “Who are you and where are you bound!” 

“My name is Wizomi, I’m seeking a group known as ‘the Revisionists’.  I’m told they reside in these parts.”

“Really?  So, what do you want with them.  Are you worth anything to us by way of ransom?” 

“I’m sure something could be arranged to make it worth your while, if you convey me to them, what is your price?”  He’d taken care, with slight of hand, to conceal the token on his person.

“We will permit you to keep your robe and stave.  All else contributes to your passage.  Do you have a map or indication where they reside, because we’re not aware of them.”

 “There might be a stone or Oracle with a hand or palm print incised in it, do you know of such a place?” 

“Boxer?”

“There are villages nearby, within twenty miles. We regularly trade…”

An elderly woman spoke out, “there is a gully back a ways with a flat rock we occasionally use as a table. It has a hand print on one side and a slit in the rock as deep as my blade would go…” 

“I know the place, Leisser.  It’s less than a mile from here

I’ll take him there if the price is agreed. Arturo?”

“Ten Golden would be fair.  Take him Boxer, don’t let him go until the bounty is paid, take four men with you.”

They made the journey in half an hour, Wiz gazed down at the stone, “This is it!”  He placed his hand in the recessed palm.  Nothing happened.  He dropped the coin into the hole and disappeared.  At the same moment, a purse of coins appeared on the table.  Four men ran, leaving Boxer alone.  Hesitantly he reached for the pouch. 

I failed to make you aware that Leisser is a sensitive.  Your bounty has been paid with interest. You may need to return this way,’

.-…-.

The atmosphere was warm, there was a faint scent of oil and roses in the air.  A gentle purr from machinery, foreign to his ear. Gazing up at the source of blue light he recognized panels identical to those in the tunnels beneath Corvalen.  He was in a kiosk, the air circulated like a tornado that disappeared into vents at the top of the walls on either side.  A red light above the transparent door turned green, and the door slide open.  He stepped out into a corridor. 

Welcome Wizomi from Chinake, you are here to solicit our aid in repelling enemies of Abbalar.  You will require devices appropriate to your current level of development. 

“That is so, what should I call you?”

I am an extension of the Oracle, you may call me O2. 

“So O2, where are the Revisionists?”

Not here,’ the silence dragged on… 

“Will you direct me to the ‘Revisionists’ or, tell me where I might find them?”  An arrow lit up on the path; he walked in that direction until he came to a fork where a second arrow pointed left.  He followed until he reached a cave opening to the outside, a snow covered scene.  As he stepped over the threshold the scene wavered and changed to a hot desert scene.  He stepped out and turned around to see only the unforgiving desert behind, and around him.

“Which way do I go, he asked?”  There was no reply.  He looked carefully in all directions, but saw only the endless desert, under a cloudless sky.  Then he looked to his left and saw in the sky, five dark pinpoints coming from Sun’ard.  He looked away so as not to destroy his vision.  He waited squinting briefly into the sun.  The points were growing rapidly larger now they looked like birds.  Within minutes he saw they were winged people.  He planted his stave firmly in the powdery sand and waited, they began to glide towards him, he was obviously their target, he could employ a dazzel and seem to disappear, but they were here for him in response to his cry for help.  They landed lightly running briefly to reduce speed then the wings folded, and they approached…

“Mr Wizomi, you will come with us.”

“Show me how?” 

A young woman stepped forward, “Call me Ariel, I’m the lightest and have a tandem wing, put your stave on the bar, your hands through the loops and hold on.  When I say go, we run…”  Within moments they were airborne.  He looked down they were flying faster than they had been running.

“How does this device work Ariel?  I’m of the weirding way, yet I could not accomplish such a feat,” he had to shout to be heard.

“It’s technology beyond the ability of ‘Standards’,” she yelled into the wind.  ‘Do you mind speak?

Yes.’ 

The wing and our flight suits soak up the sunlight and turn it into energy.’ 

That may be so, but what happens at night? 

The bar we are holding soaks up the energy and stores it; so that we can fly all night and still have energy to spare.

But how is that done? 

I don’t know!  You will have to ask a tekkie when we get to home base…’  She pulled a string and a trapeze was released from the wing structure.  ‘Sit on the bar Wiz, it will relieve the strain on your arms.  We are used to long flights and take them for granted.

Well before they landed Wiz was grateful for the perch. 

They flew on for several hours then a rock formation appeared in the distance.  

Almost there.

(To be continued)

Copyright Len Morgan

Wednesday, 4 October 2023

Re: Anthology: Essex Tales Volume 7

 Re: Anthology:  Essex Tales Volume 7




The 600 copies we have ordered were expected to be ready for collection on Tuesday, 3rd October. 

[Please note: copies were collected on Monday 2nd October. Now available to members; payment on receipt, please.]

They will be available for sale @ £5 per copy as agreed at a previous meeting. Bring your fivers on Thursday 12/10/2023.