Three Hours later x

 Three hours on zoom and messenger 

And I’m back to some sort of supported normality 

My friends ........the gold bars of covid 

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Typical Lockdown Day

 

“Oh Darling John, I am now invigorated for the day!”

Chic Eleanor was on good form this morning.

We met in McDonald’s car park and drank our coffee in our respective cars 

No pashmina but in place was looped a long dark green woollen scarf.

Her hair looked glorious

Later Ive seen The German Lady and The Uber Couple out on my walk and said hello to all 

At home I’ve made vegetable soup spiced up with horseradish 

And I’ve lit the fire early, it’s cold and wet and miserable 

I will go to zoom choir tonight, I haven’t been for over a month 

I’m a bit lonely today

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Illustrations

Over in Ludwigsburg, Germany a certain blogger hatched a plot. She wanted to give her sister a unique birthday gift. She remembered a story that she and her sister conceived when they were little girls - "How The Cat Lost Its Thumbs".

The idea was to put the story into book form with illustrations. What a lovely gift this would be but who could create the necessary pictures? The blogger, Ms Meike Riley who is the custodian of "From My Mental Library" had a sudden brainwave. Yes! She would ask Grandpa Pudding over in Yorkshire, England. He could draw the pictures.

Meike offered me money to do the job but I declined and said that my preferred payment would be a copy of the book. When you are a retired teacher in a pandemic you have oodles of spare time and so I set to work, following Meike's fairly precise instructions.

To tell you the truth, I enjoyed this task and it was most delightful to receive my silver bound finished copy of "How The Cat Lost Its Thumbs" . I also received an e-mailed "thank you" message from Meike's sister who prefers to remain anonymous. It felt nice to be part of a cunning plot - just like another Yorkshireman who went by the name of Guy Fawkes. 

If I am still alive when our Phoebe is two or three years old I shall put her on my knee and read the story to her. And she will look at the illustrations, pointing out the cat who lost its thumbs and maybe she will say "Again! Again!"

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