Time and Place

GRANDMA'S GOULASH

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asks for a very short story

TIME AND PLACE

I chose the time, and the place;

Romance was in the air.

I had a favourite look-out

And I thought I'd take her there.

I brought her to the highest point

Although she did complain

That it was very windy,

And, I agreed, it looked like rain.

She fell and hurt her knee.....

It was only a graze.

We couldn't see the view

Because of the misty haze.

She wasn't very well equipped

And a heel came off her shoe!

And she said I didn't help her up......

Well, I suppose that's true!

And then, oh dear, down came the rain!

She was only slightly wet.

And I wanted this to be a date

That we would not forget!

I chose the time, and the place

I visualised it all.

Now I'm having second thoughts....

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I wont propose at all!

(140 words)

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THE BLUE TRAIN

A million years ago

I travelled on the Blue Train.

Fresh from London,

I had arrived in the sparkle of South Africa.

Rhodesia, as it then was,

Beckoned.

We went to the station immediately;

I have forgotten it.

We boarded the train

And sped North;

I have forgotten most of it.

After all

Fifty years is a long time.

But I remember the border.

Because the staff changed

From South African

To Rhodesian.

Who could forget the

Dazzling white uniforms,

The dazzling white teeth,

The smiling generosity of spirit,

The good humour,

The efficiency?

I knew Rhodesia would be heaven.

And I was right.

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But that was then.

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Not Quite

GRANDMA'S GOULASH

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asks us for a VERY short account

NOT QUITE!

Inventors, back in past,

Knew the era of slates could not last.

For up-dated learning

They all were yearning.

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Iphones have them out-classed.

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(140 characters)

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RAZZYBUNS

(A Recipe)

Quick as a flash and twice as yummy,

Begging to be put in your tummy!

Even non-cooks can excel at these

Knowing they'll always be sure to please.

Only a fork and a tray or slide

Needed to make this source of pride.

Nothing mechanical or too obscure

And yet the result will be great for sure.

Even an utter non-cook (like me) 

Can whip them up in time for tea!

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First there's the greased oven-tray to fix.

Then flour and salt you must sift and mix,

Rub the butter in till it looks like crumbs,

(An expression used by lots of Mums!)

Into milk pour the egg, well-beaten.

(Not long now till the buns are eaten!)

Mix the lot! Squash up as dough

Then on to a floured board they go

As twelve little balls, hollow in the centre

For a spoonful of raspberry jam to enter.

Now seal them with the jam inside

( What a clever place for jam to hide!)

Glaze with milk then finally bake.

How easy is that for goodness sake!

In fifteen minutes you'll see them done

Then you can enjoy your own Razzybun.

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Ingredients 

2 cups self-raising flour.   60g butter.  ¼ cup of sugar.  1 egg.  4 tablespoons milk.  a little raspberry jam. 

Bake at 220 degrees

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PS

Greg's boys, Max and Harry, turned-up this-morning to show Grandpa and Grandma their  trophies. I was delighted to see 'Star Player' on the wording, until they told me 'Everyone gets that!' They're MY stars, anyway.

Saved By The Sign!

GRANDMA'S GOULASH

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asks us to write a story in 140 characters.

SAVED BY THE SIGN!

Ned had planned to push Tess off the top.

Beyond was an enormous drop.

But, annoyingly, upon arrival,

He saw she'd ensured her own survival!
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                                 Merewether Beach NSW

ROCKS

A rock is pounded by the sea, over and over again.

But a rock is a rock is a rock....... it knows no pain.

But the human 'rocks' are the carers, those who give up their lives

To nurse disabled children. How frequently one arrives!

One sees them at the market, with a precious burden in tow,

The child who is now an adult, for little children grow.

And the years go on and on and on, and the tide goes in and out,

Each tide bringing aching sleepless hours and loneliness and doubt.

And the rock stands firm as the surges wash over it and recede,

And the human 'rocks' are equally firm, tending to every need.

A rock is pounded by the sea, over and over again.

But a rock is a rock is a rock....... it knows no pain.

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