tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37618629495209371212024-09-06T01:44:38.623+01:00Stan Johns' Fictional BlogStan Johnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863227915907803145noreply@blogger.comBlogger8912tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761862949520937121.post-38473921674064286182009-08-01T21:27:00.004+01:002009-08-01T21:42:41.130+01:00I'm not sure how Bessy arrived at such a conclusion but it was one I couldn't ignore: when being divisive one's mind is at its most fertile. I asked Margaret if she had changed Bessy's breakfast mix but in spirit Margaret was communing with wasps <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">in between</span> the rafters above the kitchen. The question meant nothing to her at that moment.<br /><br />Felix, thankfully, was in his normal spot overlooking the Channel. Except that half of him was also in a love-struck relationship with a woman he'd once known when marching with Oliver Cromwell. I asked if there was any point, given that she wasn't around anymore. She is where he is, he responded, and suggested I find some way to take advantage of life's opportunities a little more rather than picking holes in others' life formats. It got me wondering about my life format and then I got a bit confused.<br /><br />George told me once he'd won a competition for spinning around and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wondering</span> why. I've no idea why one would do that.<br /><br />Cookie has gone on holiday. She went via the high volume suction.<br /><br />Divisions and creativity, spinning and suction, love and wasps. It's all there, every day.Stan Johnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863227915907803145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761862949520937121.post-60429173133425302252009-06-28T21:30:00.005+01:002009-06-28T21:53:17.365+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroKLA73tf3jMmitYEr1YJMDGiNUvURtynalL3gQchCjjRJS6CH8F5xZLQamnZteepjbhmZjpMqxCt6VCijLG0PlJo8uqt19zK4JLNdCT6JMfEFws2O1gImZ2xzTArC9aZ-Toph6e5RkZa/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroKLA73tf3jMmitYEr1YJMDGiNUvURtynalL3gQchCjjRJS6CH8F5xZLQamnZteepjbhmZjpMqxCt6VCijLG0PlJo8uqt19zK4JLNdCT6JMfEFws2O1gImZ2xzTArC9aZ-Toph6e5RkZa/s200/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352481532517742322" border="0" /></a>There are days when everything seems to come together. This weekend Bessy, Margaret and I had ventured once again into the mountains and landed in an abandoned Welsh farmhouse.<br /><br />There were sheep communing, fern-clad slopes waving and the faint <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mmmmmm</span> of something wonderful - there but intangible, warmth without source, anticipation dangling like a brother with a spider on his thread.<br /><br />Yes, it was my birthday and one not to forget. Bessy dived into a nearby reservoir and resuscitated a thought brought to a halt when it was constructed. Funnily enough, the thought - which Bessy communicated by whipping the wire of the fence in a particular rhythm we two understand - was one that made absolutely no sense to me: will the bellows in the kitchen turn the corner before the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pyjamas</span> catch them? It might be that I missed something. Or it might not.<br /><br />Margaret watched a few swallows doing their thing above us as we ate lunch and decided to take to the air too. It was quite something to see her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">manoeuvre</span> in such a way, particularly when in the air. I think that's why I love her so much - there's nothing she won't have a stab at and entertain me with as she does.<br /><br />What a birthday. Simple things like lots of air and loose-fitting clothing. Lovely.Stan Johnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863227915907803145noreply@blogger.com0