Most families have phrases and sentences that are specifically their own. I remember a couple. “Crikey! Them Eyes!” This was from an old farmer when my little sister looked up at him one day. The other one was common in the family but I don’t have any idea where or what it meant. Maybe I could use a little help. “We had one but the … Continue reading Family words
I got through security with a little help from two people whom I am not at liberty to mention so when I knocked on the door of Major Willard Sackville, AAIC (Australian Army Intelligence Corps) he was not expecting me. What’s more he did not recognise me. I introduced myself using my old Army rank (Retired) and regimental number. “What can I do for you?” … Continue reading Mrs Bell – Part Eight.
I did not sleep much at all when I got home. All Ksenia wanted was to be left alone. I did learn that the name she used, Bell, was not her real name. Neither was her husband, the Major, called Bell. He was a Sackville. But he certainly had a firm hold on her life. First thing in the morning I rang an old friend … Continue reading Mrs Bell – Part Seven.
I went out to see what I could see. The three baby chicks are looking grown up. And this fellows eyes are working well. He’s spotted me. Can you see one of the parents on sentry duty? Below is a close-up. And over on the other cliff face is another sentry post. And here is the sentry on duty. There was a difference of two … Continue reading Peregrines Nearly Fledged
The sharp needle-like teeth of the Waitomo cave troll. Native to New Zealand’s North Island; however, there are many different species found throughout the world. What makes this particular species special is that the babies are used to ward away evil spirits. I won’t go into the technicalities, but for those out there who are fierce pro-claimers of troll rights, the babies are not harmed, … Continue reading Melora on Monday. December 2.
Her voice, as she started talking was cold and without emotion. I stress that it was her voice that was without emotion – not her face. The tears continued but by now she held a tissue which she changed at intervals. “How long I sat waiting for him I don’t know.” Mrs Bell, she insisted by now that I call her Ksenia, was not in … Continue reading Mrs Bell – Part Six
“You have been very persuasive, John. Dear John. I know what you have done. The people I used to work with taught me, well, to do exactly what you did to me. They taught me to study the fish in the stream. To fashion the bait on the end of the line. To wait with the patience of a god for the time to be … Continue reading Mrs Bell – Part Five – Ksenia
I thought there were two. There are three!! And look at my wings. I’m nearly ready to fly. Maybe I enlarged this too far and lost sharpness. Continue reading Fledgling Peregrines
“Well, well, well!” Mrs Bell remarked. “What a lot of time you have wasted. The little cute doggy thing was clever. But what a terrible thing it is to burn a cake on purpose. Now I would like you to go home.” My heart sank to the floor. Dismissed out of hand. She was right. What a lot of time wasted and for no reward. … Continue reading Mrs Bell – Part Four
Dear friends, While I am waiting for the muses to tell me where Mrs Bell’s story is heading I think I can have another look at the Grey Fantail. There y’go. If you are a foreign speaker (As in Yank or anyone else) that means ‘there you go’. Or …..sorry I don’t know how to explain. There y’go means Just have a look and react … Continue reading Grey Fantail; et al