Category: Humour
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Queenie Plays Possum
Poor Old Queenie is so big and so round and so short the only way she can get comfortable is to lie like that. It terrifies me. I’m fine, she says. I’m fine. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. (Expectant mothers hate fussing.) I feel as though I have had my pause button pushed…
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Not Yet,
Daisy said. Just hold your horses, she said. Soon, soon, she said. Sigh, I said. As I brushed her fluffy wintry mane. It is too cold today anyway, she said. Queenie Wineti agreed from the ward next door. Yesterday the wind blew straight out of the NorthEast. Which in New Zealand would be a hot wind…
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The Big Yawn.
This is what Sheila thinks of it all. “Bloody Rubbish.” The calenders have arrived. I started with an order of 10. I am not sure how many will sell. They cost 19.99 each to have printed, and they really are rather beautiful. So, as they are being sold to raise money for Sheila’s feed, I…
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Marcel the Happy
Marcel The Happy has been allowed to go and live in the barn. Sweet as it is to have him pooping all over the furniture I have been waiting for a row of warmish days to get him acclimatised to living out with the other animals. He is a sheep after all. He is esconsed…
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Spring in the Sun
Awake, thou wintry earth – Fling off thy sadness! Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth Your ancient gladness! ~Thomas Blackburn, “An Easter Hymn” I was looking for Mother Teresa’s quote, to verify that I had the words right for the header,and came across this other quote (above). So all day yesterday I was marching about saying…
The Kitchen's Garden 