The powers that be?

I remember, one day at primary school, when our teacher, who had recently returned from an ‘exchange’ period (she had worked in an American school) relating to us, in class, some stories of what her experience had been like.

In the main, she had got on very well; but the greatest challenge, she’d found, was to stimulate her class to produce creative writing. When she finally made headway, another teacher looked at the class output and asked how she had achieved this. She explained: “First, I read them a poem…”

The shocked reply was “But poetry isn’t till after Christmas!”

This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
It is drawn from my own memories of school.

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Are You Sure?

“How’s it looking, then, Hugh?
“FRED! Don’t come in like that and give me ‘eart failure. And yep, it’s lookin’ just fine. As you can see. Not that I’d ‘ave chose this colour for me dinin’ room walls, but there yer go. ‘Ope they like it.”
“Are you sure it should be that colour?”
“Accordin’ ter the ticket, Fred, yes. Walls – ice cream pink, ceilin’ – white, woodwork – smoke grey…”
“Let’s hope it’s WALL’S ice cream then, eh?”
“More to the point, Fred: let’s ‘ope that new piece in the office ‘asn’t got this one round ‘er neck…”
“Yes, well, you know as well as I do how Cyril Cleverpants Atkinson chooses his staff.”

***

“Nearly home, darling. Happy?”
“Yes, lovie. Enjoyed every minute. Glad you got your photos and rock collecting too. Be glad to be home, though. Specially to my new green dining room.”

***

“CBA Decorating, good morning, How may I help you?”

This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
(I have heard of a similar incident in real life!) 

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The Gallery: Week 81 – 11.11.11

The eleventh day of the eleventh month of the two thousand and eleventh year, at eleven o’clock in the morning. The ninety-third anniversary of the armistice at the end of World War One. Once again, an anniversary acknowledged in a simple but moving and dignified way in the centre of Derby. The well-known verse of Binyon’s poem ‘For The Fallen’ was quoted aloud. (They shall grow not old…)

 One man and one woman from the services honour the fallen…

 …as the bugle sounds, and we remember the cost of our freedom.

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Mystery Picture – Week 4

OK, then. The correct answer for week 3 is, of course, a lightning conductor down the side of a church wall. Well done to Phil (@inxta) who guessed correctly. Here is the (ornate) top end of it :
And here is the new picture below. As before, please leave your guess as a reply, and feel free to pass the word around so that we get some more guesses. Thank you again for viewing.

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Lest we forget…

I’ll put it here, lest we forget:

If we say “The government should do more for…” and name a part of society or a worthy cause, then either we must also say that we agree to more taxation, or we must be prepared to say what part of society should get less, and why. You can’t use the same money twice.

If a military campaign is initiated, and a battle is fought, and afterwards a report states that ‘casualties were light’ it is likely that for some parents, siblings, widows, and children, casualties were extremely heavy. You can’t live the same life twice.

This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
It is based on a few musings in the light of recent events. 

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