Greetings dear readers and thank you to Anna, Jo, Shilpa, Charlotte and Mary (linkedIN) for your likes, comments, loves, laughs and shares. It is most refreshing to have you all take the time to read my thoughts and of course thank you to all those who've read and prefer to keep quiet. Love to all of you.
Today I bumped into Jo and was kindly asked to participate in a splendid Special Needs Awareness course at the Shakra Centre. It was a fabulous day and extremely enlightening and taking this information will be most useful as we all go forward. A truly magical day and also nice to see Jason pop along with his funky new car. I also enjoyed a marvellous tuna crunch with no chips.
The wordle word was a good little challenge this morning and was glad to start the day with a nice brain workout. It will make Anna cringe but a highlight of the day for me, I guess I am easily entertained!
My other thoughts turn to my continued weight loss and rocking in just under 12 stone at present. My optimum weight is around 11 stone 3 or 4 so still a bit to go but currently shed 10 lbs so far and mainly achieved through sensible eating though. I'm sure many of you can concur when you discover (old cliche coming up) that weight is rather like the price at the petrol pumps. It certainly goes up like a rocket and falls very much like a feather.
Right, let us finish with a voyage to the vaults. What words will lurk in the deep recesses of an old memory stick? Oh, there is this random piece of nonsense from 2015. It's all rather potty if you ask me!
A most frightful flight
Henry peered through the mist. Three companions kept watch for the enemy.
“Have you ever seen such weather?”
Edward chuckled.
“Stephen, I imagine those royal peacocks are tripping over their own shadows.”
“Silence, their vision may be impeded but not their ears.” barked Henry.
“Over there. I heard their voices on our right,” yelled the excited voice of a Cavalier.
The four companions locked their breathing.
“I heard footsteps upon the left.”
“No, they came from the right, Thomas.”
The Cavaliers’ voices faded. Henry, Edward, Stephen and Richard crept forward.
“Are we clear?” whispered Henry.
“They are lost in the mist, much as we are. Look, I espy a road,” said Richard.
“Try to keep quiet,” ordered Henry.
Henry led the small group forward. Their boots stomped across manicured patches of grass.
Henry cast a furtive look in all directions.
“What devilry is this?”
He struck the blackened ground with his sword. He had never seen the use of such material. He focused on several white marks emblazoned across the middle of the street.
“What manner of alchemy have the enemy used?” asked Edward.
The group shuddered when a dire din drew near at haste.
“Off the road,” ordered Richard.
The soldiers dived into several bushes. A blue blur of metal sped past.
“What beast was that?” asked Henry.
“I know not, but it has devoured a man in strange garb. He gave us an ill look when he went by,” replied Stephen.
Henry retrieved his rusty helmet. He grasped the hilt of his sword.
“There is strange witchcraft about. The sooner we are free of this place the better.”
He gazed at a post. He could not understand the green background adorned with a circle with three arrows pointing in separate directions.
“What does it mean?” asked Edward.
“It says Rembury, Hucklehurst and local traffic. I have not heard of these places.”
“I see a dwelling,” said Stephen.
Henry ordered his men to prepare steel. Edward espied a strange looking man amble towards them.
“Do you think he is our enemy?”
Henry studied the white haired traveller. He sported a full length coat of peculiar material. He grasped a wooden stick topped with a fox’s head and shuffled near to their position.
“I fear he may be a sorcerer.”
Henry led his followers towards the old man.
“I am Henry Kilarne. Who are you, Sir?”
The old man gazed back in confusion.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you.”
Henry stepped away.
“Careful Henry, lest he cast some spell upon you,” said Richard.
“Hold on, let me alter my hearing aid.”
The old man fiddled with the side of his head. An ear-splitting whistle pierced the afternoon air.
“Run, the wizard has cast a spell. Quick, up the hill.”
The old man shook his head.
“Sorry, what was that? Where are you going?”
The group blundered into the driveway of a cottage. Henry led the company to a red door.
“Henry, dare we risk entry?” asked Stephen.
“We must. Perhaps who lies within can help.”
Henry rattled the portal with his sword.
“There’s no one here. Edward, what do you think?”
Edward hit the door harder. The door swung inwards.
“Keep your swords ready.”
The quartet entered. Stephen spotted a strange white button upon the wall.
“What does it do?” he asked.
“Leave it. You might unleash all the devils in hell upon us,” said Henry.
Stephen pressed the switch. They cowered when glass burst into satanic fire.
“Quick, into the house, away from hell’s light,” pleaded Richard.
They barged open a panelled door. The group stood hypnotized by a strange contraption in the corner of the new room.
The four men gasped at strange images in frames fixed to the wall.
“We must have stumbled upon a foul witch. Look how she collects souls in these paintings,” said Henry.
Henry tapped a picture with his sword. The picture fell and the glass shattered.
“Foul crone, there’s one creature who has escaped you. Let us free these poor victims.”
The soldiers smashed the unholy images. They ripped apart the family photographs. All four men hurled themselves to the floor when a bell tolled several times.
“What is that infernal noise?” asked Stephen. The ringing noise ceased. A voice called out from a tinny speaker.
“Hello Mum, it’s me. Just to let you know I might be late as Charlie’s got to go round Roy’s to pick up some kids films. I’ll see you later, love you.”
A beep followed the message. Henry pointed an accusing finger at the small black box.
“That fell voice came from within the strange casket. Show yourself witch. How do you hide in the shadows?”
Henry attacked the box with his sword. Sparks and wires flew when he struck the mortal blow.
“Henry, what do you make of this?”
Stephen held a device full of small numbered protrusions.
“I don’t know. Be careful though.”
His hand jabbed a green button. The box in the corner sprang into life.
“This is George Brown of I.B.C News. Here are today’s main headlines.”
“There is a demon in the box,” said Henry.
“We have a report on the continuing conflict in Yemen,”
Images of flying beasts spouting men and fire leapt onto the screen. Stephen discharged his musket. The vision died in a glass shower. Henry congratulated his soldier. A female voice cut short their celebrations.
“What the hell are you lunatics doing in my house? I’m calling the police.”
“Who are you foul crone?” asked Henry.
“I own this house. You need to be locked up you bloody nutters.”
They saw the woman remove a strange device from her pocket and press a button three times.
“Help, there are four strange men in my house.”
Henry ordered his men to retreat.
“We must go back to the mist. I’d rather face a thousand Cavaliers than another one of those witches.”
The men threw down their weapons.
“Let us find those Cavaliers and surrender. I can endure no more of this evil,” said Stephen.
The men flew past the old warlock called Martin Summers and entered the mist again.
“Quick, inside,” ordered Henry.
They flew into the white air and found the grateful arms of Thomas Johnson. He was astonished when four birds appeared and jumped into his custody.
He secured the men and looked around the camp. He cursed when he found four of his unit still missing.
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