I took a test once…

Sorry, it’s a bit hard to read

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There, finished…

I have now moved all the previous posts from the Blogspot domain, they are all here.

It was all a case of taking a bull by the horns, and doing.

Hope you have enjoyed the reading so far.

This blog does not necessarily get daily attention, but posts are likely at any time during the week, and normally more than one.

I have noted many readers visiting during the marathon repost. I would like to thank you all for the ‘likes’ and if there are any comments, I will get to them.

In the meantime, WELCOME!

I look forward to your further company.

Now I need more coffee…

Mirror, mirror

There was a man who considered himself the most handsome gentleman in London.

He could hardly walk about his fine mansion without stopping to admire himself in one of the many mirrors that adorned his walls. Like Narcissus he would be frozen to the spot for hours at a time, enthralled at his own features.

The gentleman however was of a young age and, being so, recognized with age the looks he took such pleasure from now would someday recede.
These thoughts disturbed his mind, plagued his sleep and put him into great despair. How he cursed time. The endless passing of day and night, the mocking of the ticking clock. They sought to steal that he valued most, with a cruel and ceaseless attrition.

Angst, turned to a fit of depression. He took to endlessly pacing his empty home, inconsolable to what few friends still cared, who visited in hopeless attempts to provide cheer.

In silent contemplation, he leaned over a high balcony and considered the height of the fall. He whispered to himself ‘I would give all I have, if I could stop the cruel passage of time. If only I could retain that which gives me joy. Alas, I cannot fight nature. Now onto another place’.

Portrait of a Gentleman
I am so very lovely, just look at me you awful little people

I have fashioned a mirror, within which I have captured your image as you are now. Should you place this mirror where none may see, you shall age no more. All I ask for in ret-’.

The stranger’s speech halted abruptly as he spotted the events unfolding before him.

Having lifted a hand to his head in shock, the vain gentleman, so greatly startled and dizzy at what he perceived as an evil spirit in his presence, lost his balance on the balcony and plunged to an untimely end.

‘Great. That’s just great’, Satan said, looking down on his prey. ‘Didn’t see that coming at all. Waste of a good mirror too. The work those demons put into this. Will they ever be upset. Maybe I should extend my retreat at the Vatican until things calm down a bit’.

From:  The Ugly Moose

The Legend of the Starfish

“A vacationing businessman was walking along a beach when he saw a young boy. Along the shore were many starfish that had been washed up by the tide and were sure to die before the tide returned. The boy was walking slowly along the shore and occasionally reached down and tossed the beached starfish back into the ocean.

The businessman, hoping to teach the boy a little lesson in common sense, walked up to the boy and said, “I have been watching what you are doing, son. You have a good heart, and I know you mean well, but do you realize how many beaches there are around here and how many starfish are dying on every beach every day. Surely such an industrious and kind hearted boy such as yourself could find something better to do with your time. Do you really think that what you are doing is going to make a difference?”

The boy looked up at the man, and then he looked down at a starfish by his feet. He picked up the starfish, and as he gently tossed it back into the ocean, he said, “It makes a difference to that one.”

“The Legend of the Starfish”
Author Unknown