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Tasker, Roger and Stephen in Land of Lost Gnomes You do not have to be mad to work for Yorkshire Pudding Enterprises Ltd but it certainly helps. Last week, we bought a new garden gnome at "Poundland". His name is Roger and he only cost three pounds. A stout and handsome little gnome with a white beard and quite heavy too. I knew the very spot where he would be placed in our garden and I was looking forward to installing him in his new home. In the shop, Mistress Pudding volunteered to put Roger in her shopping bag - a proposal to which I foolishly assented. Sure enough, when said shopping bag was later unpacked in our kitchen, the top of Roger's pointy hat had broken off. What a tragedy! I was mortified and after sobbing for over an hour, I admitted to myself that with the broken hat, I could no longer provide Roger with the home that I had promised him. Sadly, Roger had to go. Over the next few days, I  hatched an alternative plan. I would make a little sanctuary ...

 Lord, The mental fatigue is about as bad as the physical.  Right now, my imagination and daydreams need to run rampant in spite of my reality. I thought it was said once you accepted your lot, joy was a given. Let me tell you, it’s not. Joy, I have to choose it everyday. Even if it’s as simple as waking up and eating oatmeal and bananas. Breaking gratitude down to the roots, so I don’t go down the why me route.  Maybe it is singing off key Maybe it is in a cup of coffee Maybe it is the quiet I don’t want to relish It’s painful To sit with  One’s thoughts It’s hard To let people Be people When you sit back And wonder Where humanity And sanity Return from The brink Of an Indifference That is more  Lukewarm Than a cold soup Not properly reheated  My soul Feel like  A blues standard In need of liquid courage Even if My soul  Doesn’t need To be further depressed  And as I remain Upright and alert I realize that ...