Bells
Writing about the things that the staff say over in Another Part Of The Forest has reminded me of an old folk tale I read once, in a book of English “village fool” stories. I can’t find the book right...
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There was once a man, who was a talented carpenter. He just had to touch a piece of wood to know how it could be worked, how it might split, how it would behave under his tools. He started off as a...
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If you need to catch up, part one is here. The carpenter was asked to build a bookshelf for the mayor of the nearest town. He built the best bookshelf anyone in the area had ever seen. It had strong,...
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The conclusion. If you need to catch up, here is part one, and part two. The next day, crowds went to the carpenter’s workshop, as usual, to try to ask him to build and carve for them. But he was not...
View ArticleAnother shaggy dog
There once was a teacher, who went by the name of Miss Swing. She was a very good teacher, popular with her children, who were all well-behaved and scored very well on all the tests they took. All the...
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New Year’s Eve
Wednesday night was New Year’s Eve; and, for once, we went out. Counting on my fingers, I worked out, it must be about seven or eight years since I last went out to an event on New Year’s Eve, rather...
View ArticleCondiment Frenzy
Since we moved here, we’ve been promising ourselves that we’ll get Out And About, go to lots of local events, be actively artistic, and so on. And, well, we haven’t quite managed it. We’re doing better...
View ArticleA Medley
A few different things on my mind today, none of which are worthy really of a full post. Firstly, in serious local political news, the city council’s minority Labour administration has collapsed, to be...
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