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Six on Saturday – Time Travel

Today, Saturday 24 March 2018, I am on a secret mission with several other SoS-ers. It is thanks to the magic of time travel and WordPress scheduling I am able to bring you my contribution this week. Take a look at our leader The Propmeister‘s blog and all will be revealed about what Six onContinue reading “Six on Saturday – Time Travel”

Zing

More zing less words.

Mode d’Emploi

From this day forward there is to be an alteration to clause 3.7(a) of my constitution, my contract of business, my mode d’emploi. Amendments are in bold. 3.7 (a) All prospective employers must have at least one of the following items in order to entertain the gardener: a daft but adorable dog, good jokes, anContinue reading “Mode d’Emploi”

Thief

I haven’t had many job interviews, and not one single proper PowerPoint presentation/isometric testing/raft building/tap dancing interrogation. But I have heard tales. Scary tales. Mostly I have stumbled upon jobs, my prospective employers were either desperate or didn’t care who they employed as they were off to South America on the next boat. A bitContinue reading “Thief”

Hope

Not today’s photo, in fact it is ancient history, taken at the beginning of last week. I spotted this little monster happily scoffing the flowers of one of my ever-flowering osteospermums. Potential for Six on Saturday, I thought, if I ever get around to taking any more pictures. Which I didn’t. Since then all hasContinue reading “Hope”

Peeping Primrose

A distinct feeling of déjà vu.

Six on Saturday No Show – Excuse

I blame Bertie.

Happy Ending

I am no bumble bee expert. In fact I am no expert at all. If I had to pick a specialist subject it would possibly be cheese scones (consumption of), but even then I wouldn’t bet on me to pick up the trophy. When I examined this photo closely, a bumble resting on the handleContinue reading “Happy Ending”

Prescription

After a magical weekend away, I have re-crossed the border bringing with me an unauthorised companion, a Welsh cold. Sniffles really, nothing to take to my bed for, in fact it is the kind of poorly that insists that you go outside in the fresh air and get on with it. Before too long, theContinue reading “Prescription”

Six on Saturday – Foreign Correspondent

Never say that I am not dedicated to the Six on Saturday cause. In fact, Mr P, at the risk of blowing my own tuba, I think I deserve a special platinum star on the chart for today. Don’t know who the illustrious Propagator is? Pop over to his blog and you will find outContinue reading “Six on Saturday – Foreign Correspondent”