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Saturday, 27 June 2009

MULTIPLY Writing Prompt #21: Memories of Childhood: The Birdman

Once upon a time there was a street.
Not just concrete, lamp posts and houses.
The street had a living soul
In the days gone bye in London
When electricity was just an idea waiting to be discovered
The houses were not dark
Their gas lamps showed the quivering flames
Shadows of past lives
Men on their way to work
Women tending to their household
Children left in the street to play
Under the watchful eyes of their mothers from a distance
Nothing to fear, doors were unlocked
What was there to take from these people of time gone bye
Nothing, they had nothing, but were happy
No worries of the house being contaminated
By intervention from a foreign source
All was safe, all was secure

People grew together in the street
A respectful distance was kept
But all knew everyone
Time passed, the gas replaced by electricity
People dying, being born, moving away, moving in
The development of man’s nature

Then the birdman arrived, keeper of the pigeons
No-one knew where from
He was just there, arrived one day with his wife
He was not young, he was never old
He was Harry, no, he was ‘Arry
He was from there where the others came
Using the language without the “h”
Those Londoners knew the language
and accepted the language

Oh how I remember the days with neighbour 'Arry
We had sparrows, we had pigeons
Others never survived in the dirt and fumes of the London streets
'Arry had his own pigeons
They were trained pigeons
In his small yard at the back of his house
The pigeons were kept
Twenty, Thirty, Fifty
Who knows how many
But the birds knew home
The slept in their little cages
They had no wishes, but to fly
And ‘Arry let them fly
Released into the London skies every day
The cages were opened and they left the safety of their homes
They flew in circles, flew in lines, flew far
Did they return?

‘Arry’s wife had a dog, a little dog
She loved her little dog
Early mornings she would leave the home
Arose from her bed
A bite to eat, a cup of tea
And she departed with the dog
In the quiet streets of London
Still dressed in her nightdress
Covered with her dressing gown
Just roaming the streets with her little dog
The neighbours saw her
Some others saw her, but she did not care
Her dog went walking and she proudly by his side
And everyone knew it was 'Arry’s wife
Did she have a name, of course
All creatures have names, be it dog or bird
But she had a particular name, it was Rose

So Rose and ‘Arry lived happily together
In their little attached house in the row of houses
In the little square of houses
with their pigeons and dog.

Did the pigeons come home
'Arry would take the bag of bird food in his old and weathered hands
He would shake the bag
A noise of seeds crashing against seeds in a paper bag
And ‘Arry said Come’on, come’on
The pigeons heard the call from afar
“Feeding time” they sensed
And they winged their way over the London rooftops
Over the small green patches of backyards
Overtaking the automobiles and buses
on the crowded London roads
Until they were home
Each one arrived and 'Arry counted them
Proud of his brood of pigeons
They were racers, homing pigeons
Won many competitions
But ‘Arry got old and so did Rose
Then one day in that quiet little old street
with the very old houses in London
There were no pigeons
'Arry was no longer there with his Rose
The house was no longer there
And the pigeons had left
Time passes on, childhood vanishes into oblivion
But a few memories remain
Mine being the Birdman of the street where I lived
And his wife Rose




Writing Prompt #21

Friday, 26 June 2009

MULTIPLY Creative Challenge #58: The Garden

Spider


"Come along now, make a nice neat row. Snails at the back please, we don't want you causing a traffic jam now do we."

"Hey spider are you organising this tour, and it's all free of charge?" said the bug

"Well you know I don't want to make a profit, after all we all live here really, I just thought it would be a good idea if we got to know each other." and the spider gave a sort of a crafty wink with the last comment.

"But what's the bit about donations?"

"Oh, you know bug. If you happen to find a fly just drop it in my web. After all at this time of the year there are enough of them flying around. Stupid creatures really."

"I think it is a good idea spider, we can really get to know each other. So come on colleagues, now don't push, we all have plenty of room in this garden."

"Just a minute" said the spider "I don't mind one or two ants coming along but not the whole tribe."

"Oh, well we are not used to going anywhere alone really. What do you think colleagues. Any volunteers to stay behind."

"I would say the guards should stay at the nest and about half of the workers. Is that ok spider?"

"Yes, ok, but don't spread out otherwise this tour will get a bit out of hand."

"Can we come to?" asked the earwig.

"Of course" answered the spider, the more the merrier, but don't get wandering off as soon as you see a greenfly or a puddle of water. So the tour now begins. Now everyone keep nicely together, butterflies, don't flutter too much, you might disturb the exhibits we will be looking at. So here is the first station of the tour. Just where the stones are we can see some firebugs very busy doing things."


Firebugs


"Yes, but what are they doing?" asked an ant

"Well that is fairly obvious" said the bug. "After all it is the time of the year where we all start thinking about, well you know, preservation of the species I suppose you could call it."

"Well it looks fairly daft to me" said the ant. "Now our queen looks after all of that, we certainly don't walk around like that for the "preservation" of our species."

"Come along now" said the spider. "That is why we are going on this tour, so that you can see what is happening in other parts of the garden."

"Just look at that, now that is going to make a lovely meal. Come on colleagues, let's get some food."


Red Hot Poker


"Butterflies I said don't flutter. You can go for a flight after the tour. Now come along everyone keep together. We are now going into the undergrowth. Those of you that can dig, I would take a good look you might see a worm sleeking around. I don't go for them myself, but nice to know that they are here churning the earth over for us. Ants I said take a good look, not start building a nest. We are on a tour and not a foundation ceremony."

"Well we thought it might be a good idea."

"It is not a good idea, now if you look to the right you will see something to delight the heart of a spider."


Fly


"Just don't forget what I said - all donations gratefully accepted. Who knows if I now get fed well, I might not have such an appetite for other creatures that might wander into my web. Move along please, move along."

"Just a minute, we need a bit more time."

"Snails I told you to keep to the back, but you still have to keep in line. We cannot afford to wait for you. Otherwise just crawl onto a leaf and go to sleep. This tour is really only for the fit and lively.
Everyone please stop and look above. Now there we have an example of one of our lovely ladybirds."



Ladybird


"Oh look mum, isn't she beautiful. Why do we normal bugs just have a black coat, I want a coat like that."

"We are a different sort son. And who bothers with us. We are lucky. We can just scuttle under a stone or a leaf and hide. Ladybirds are always exposed. We just prefer to remain incognito. Ladybirds are just show-offs anyhow. Those humans just love them. Now would you like to be loved by a human. No, son. So just be happy that you are a normal black bug."

"Very wise madam" said the spider. And now we are coming to the end of our tour. All donations, especially flies, should be deposited in my web."

"No, no spider. We thank you for the tour, but we ants will place our donation next to the web. We believe in collective thinking, and placing things in a sticky spider's web could get dangerous. It might stick to us as well."

"Did you near son" said the mother bug to her son "do not go near the spider's web. They never do anything for nothing."

"Spider, thank you for the tour of the garden, but we butterflies will be on our way. You know flies are so stupid, they always practice their kamikazi flights into your web."

The spider waved goodbye to his tour visitors thinking he will have to try another trick next time to get some extra food rations.


Swallowtail Butterfly

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Thursday, 25 June 2009

MULTIPLY United Friends Challenge #15: The Escape


Sumax's Challenge


On arriving home, James Villiers rushed into his study. Throwing down his briefcase and coat, he headed for his desk and picked up the telephone. Flipping through his rollerdex, he dialled the airport and booked a flight leaving in exactly two hours time. He dialled again and booked a taxi to the airport. He looked at his watch and reckoned that he had time to pack, find his passport and call at the local bank for some cash. His hands were shaking. Controlling his emotions, he made his final preparations, which included packing ..... what?

Write your short story around the above beginning. Who is he, where is he going and why? These are all up to you ... so take us on his quest.



Note: Prose only, no photographs or graphics, thank you.






On arriving home, James Villiers rushed into his study. Throwing down his briefcase and coat, he headed for his desk and picked up the telephone. Flipping through his rollerdex, he dialled the airport and booked a flight leaving in exactly two hours time. He dialled again and booked a taxi to the airport. He looked at his watch and reckoned that he had time to pack, find his passport and call at the local bank for some cash. His hands were shaking. Controlling his emotions, he made his final preparations, which included packing clothes suitable for the sunny warm climate he would encounter in Hawaii. He had one job to deal with. He had prepared everything in the morning in the bathroom.

His razor and the cream he needed was lying ready for him. In five minutes he had shaved his short black hair and now showed a complete shaved head. He took a quick glance in the mirror and compared his looks with those on his passport. That was a good idea. He had shaved his head once before, it was becoming fashionable even amongst business men and it even suited his nicely styled figure. He had a few photos taken the last time he had shaved his head and had a new passport issued with exactly one of those photos. This was some time ago and his colleagues in the office and family had forgotten James with a bald head.

So now he was ready, the taxi arrived. He grabbed his case and ran down the stairs, taking a last glimpse of his bachelor apartment before he left.
It was all last looks at things came to his mind. When would he again return to England, probably never? When you steal a million from your company and distribute in various bank accounts under false names, you do not return. You disappear to a place far away where no-one would think of finding you. He was the chief accountant and discovered ways and means of getting rich quickly some time ago. He knew that tomorrow the auditors would be going over the books, controlling his accounts and checking that everything was in order. James decided it was now or never.

The taxi drew up at London Airport.

“15 quid mate” said the driver

James gave him 25 pounds and told him to keep the change. By the shine in the taxi driver’s eyes, James realised he had made one person a very happy man on his last day in England. He then arrived at the ticket hall, checked his luggage onto the scales and showed his ticket.

“Flight GA 163 to San Francisco” said the girl – “Do you prefer a window seat?”

“No thank you” answered James, thinking that escape would probably be easier if he took a seat in the corridor. “Escape from a plane, now I am really thinking crazy. No miss, change that, I would prefer a window seat.”

“No problem Sir” and James arrived at the passport control hoping that the guards would not notice the beads of sweat now appearing on his shaven head. They hardly cast a glance at him; shaven head on the photo and a Yul Bryner lookalike waiting to be passed through – no problem.

James saw that his flight had just been called so he made his way to the terminal.

“I can’t believe this” went through his mind “In a few hours San Francisco and afterwards a connecting flight to Honolulu. I have nearly done it.”

He was soon ushered through the formalities and found himself in the business class seated at the window. He ordered a glass of champagne (the best of course) to drink and this was the first time he had relaxed. What now could now possibly happen?

“Your first time in San Francisco” said a voice next to him. It was then that he looked around for the first time and found a young lady sitting at his side.

“Yes, it is.”

“Business or pleasure?”

“A bit of both” James answered and realised he would be sharing the long flight with this charming partner. “My name is James”

“Nice to meet you James, I am Wendy. I was staying with some friends in London, but unfortunately now have to go back home.”

And so the small talk continued and he was glad as it relieved the stress of the flight. By the time they had arrived at San Francisco they were the best of friends. James told her that he would be travelling further to Honolulu with flight CJ 124 at 10 in the evening and that his connection would be leaving in a eight hours.

“I tell you what James, why don’t you just check out of the airport and I will show you San Francisco. You have enough time and I will make sure you get back to the airport in time.”

For the first time in his life James was completely free. He could do what he wanted to and when he wanted to; so what did he say “Yes” of course.

Flight CJ 124 for Honolulu from San Francisco left on time at 10 in the evening. It was a smaller plane, carrying mostly holiday makers, although there were a few business people on board. Just before it reached the Hawaiian coast the little dot on the radar machine disappeared. Just like that, no warning and no reason.

Meanwhile back in London there was chaos and commotion in the office that James had left behind him. He job was to look after investments for the rich and the powerful. He was responsible for making more money for those that already had enough, but now suddenly there was no money. It had just disappeared into nowhere, and so had James. At this time James was already on his way to Honolulu and that was the last place they would be looking, James was sure. The problem was now, where was James. The flight he was to take to Honolulu had disappeared. The wreckage had been found. There were no survivors; the black box being found a few days later at the bottom of the ocean in the wreckage indicated machine trouble. Some bodies were retrieved from their watery grave. So James had his wish that he would never be discovered, although the plan had backfired a little bit.

The next morning Wendy arose and fixed some breakfast in her apartment in San Francisco. She opened the blinds and had a wonderful view over the San Francisco Bay area.

“Coffee or tea?” she asked

“Coffee please” answered James “I think I will have to get used to drinking coffee instead of tea.”

Wendy laughed and jumped back into bed to James. “One of the best flights I have ever had” she said to James.

“Same here” and James was glad he had rebooked his flight to Honolulu to take a plane the next day. San Francisco was a lovely town; he enjoyed seeing the sights with Wendy and a few other things as well.

Whilst the police were still searching for the missing accountant known as James Villiers, James was sitting in the garden of his villa with a view overlooking the ocean drinking a nice cold beer and wondering why he had not risked this years before. Hawaii was such a lovely place.



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Wednesday, 24 June 2009

Twittering and Other Things

Nera Sleeping



"Nera do you have to sleep on my pile of wash that I want to iron?" My cat Nera can really be impossible sometimes.

"I am not sleeping Mrs. Human, I am just having a stretch. I was on the computer having a tweet with my feline colleagues and my paws got a bit cramped. You know we felines just don't have hands and fingers like you humans. Apart from that you know that things to be ironed are the most comfortable for a relaxation programme."

"Just a minute Nera. I didn't get that bit, you were having a tweet."

"Yes, since I belong I have found so many friends all over the world."

"How many, if you don't mind me asking."

"Well at the moment I have 18 cats following me, but I am only following 12 of them. You cannot just follow every cat that happens to turn up. I blocked a couple, but they were only humans trying to sell me something. We cats like to keep things to ourselves."

"But you have the same amount as me. Now how does a cat get so popular on Twitter?"

"That's easy Mrs. Human. First of all they see my photo and find I am attractive and I have a sort of sympathetic aura I suppose. The MeatLoafy in America even showed me a photo of his sister. Looks a bit like me with shorter fur."

"Who is MeatLoafy?"

"A very nice tabby cat who also keeps her humans under control. Not to mention Bibicat, Kallie and Timmy of course. We have a tweet nearly every day."

"Where do you find all these cats."

"Mrs. Human you don't really think I go looking for any old cat. I am very choosy. Most of them find me and then we get to know each other. Bibicat is in England but all the others are so far away in America. Thanks to the computer we have no problem communicating."

"I am not sure I am very happy about this development Nera. You know Internet is a dangerous world."


Nera having a wash


"What about all your Multiply stuff. You even write things and show photos of me and my sister Tabby and live-in cat Fluffy. We are never asked. It might be that we don't want everyone to know details about our private feline lives. I mean look at the photo on this piece. I am having a private lick, and thousands, if not millions, of humans are seeing it. Would you like me to take a photo of you when you have a shower in the morning and show it to everyone?"

"Nera, it is not the same thing."

"Why not. You humans really think you know everything better. It is amazing what a little jealousy can do just because I have more success that you with my twittering. Just wait, I will soon be on Facebook."

"No Nera, not Facebook. What will my friends say?"

"I think your friends would be pleased to know you have such an intelligent cat. And now enough, I am tired from typing on the computer and answering all the members of my fan club, I just need my beauty sleep."


I discovered with a cat you just can't win.

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

MULTIPLY Visual Aid #13: An Innocent World?

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The children play their games
They know not what can be
We keep them safe from harm
Protected, their speech is free

But fighting is on the streets
People are being killed
They are speaking for their rights
Was this what the people willed?

The rulers, they were chosen
but was the voting fair?
They are sitting in their mansions
For the children they do not care

As long as they have power
The army does the rest
They are mindless taking orders
Put innocents under arrest

But the rulers keep their wealth
Suppress voices saying no


This might not be your country
But who knows how far it will go

You think you have safe lives
This cannot happen here
Be careful who you trust
There are elements bringing fear

It really seems so harmless
You are sure that things are well
The leaders they don’t care
If the children go to hell

So trust not in empty promises
You might think it’s best for the land
Don’t forget you have no power
You just do what they command

Look around at other places
There are countries on the map
They know no fair elections
Their lives are one big trap

And when you hear the news
Don’t look the other way
You are allowed to see the truth
Let us hope this way it will stay




Visual Aid #13

MULTIPLY: Pictures and Words Week 4: The Lion


Hello everyone, just take a look
I won’t bite and between are bars
Don’t feel sorry for me, take a seat and listen
I will tell you my memoirs

I was born so free, somewhere in the bush
My mum did all the work
My dad just watched and lazed around
my mum said he was a jerk

Then came the day when I was caught
And travelled far from home
I cannot complain, I was given some food
but was not allowed to roam

So now you see me in this zoo
I really do not feel sad
I don’t have to hunt, I have no stress
It is here I remain, not so bad

Have a nice clean cage, a loving wife
I have everything that I need
Now just imagine If I was not here
I would have to search for some feed

A lion’s life in the wild is not fun
It rains, it can pour, you are wet
It’s much nicer here, no stress and no hunger
And you think it is wrong, please forget

Do you really think I want to wander miles
When all I need is some sleep
I even have a wife in this place
We have cubs as well, so neat

The wife says the same, now if we were free
She would have to do all the work
We are admired by you people, you pay for the fun
I can really only smirk

I am still the King of the jungle of course
But here it is really so fine
Come wife give a scratch, it is feeding time
Cubs follow your mum, keep in line

So do not feel sorrow for me or my wife
We enjoy our lazy days
Who cares for a jungle and all the dangers
Here are much safer ways


Pictures and Words Week 4

Monday, 22 June 2009

MULTIPLY Rita's "Riting" Challenge #27: The Flag

Do you remember the American Stewart family: Hank and Jean, with their sons Jason and Duke. Hank works in Switzerland for his American company. Somehow they have had a couple of small problems settling into their new country, and they try so hard.


Here are the first two stories to bring you up to date

The Truck

The Purple Door




“Hey Honey, what do you think? Uncle Chad sent us the present all the way from the States and it would be a shame not to use it.”
“You’re right Jean, it was a good idea, and we won’t feel so home sick. I am sure the boys will love it.”
“Ok, Hank, looks like we have work to do.”

The American family Stewart are still living in the little village somewhere in the French part of Switzerland, near to Geneva where Hank worked for an American company. They found that life was a little bit different in Europe to the States, everything a bit small scale. They tried their best to get on with the neighbours and their surroundings, but decided to just go about their lives as quietly and inconspicuously as possible, avoiding any unnecessary excitement. Even Jason, their youngest, got a prize in the school for learning the words of the Swiss National Anthem by memory. His brother, Duke, attended yodelling classes once a week and was now one of the best soloists they had.

Michelle Le Blanc was still not so happy with her American neighbours who lived opposite. Her husband Marcel quite liked Hank Stewart and they often had an interesting conversation about sport or politics, the normal masculine conversational topics, although he did not mention it to Michelle.

The next day was Saturday, so Hank was up early in the morning, he had some shopping to do and he took the two boys with him to the local building market. He then saw exactly what he wanted; a white pole about eight feet high.

“That looks like it will do the job, what do you think sons?”

“What’s it for dad?” the two boys asked.

“Hey boys, just think. You saw what Uncle Chad sent us, well this is just ideal to go with it.”

“Oh, I see dad. You don’t think that Mrs. Misery Le Blanc will have anything against it?”

“Son, she is Mrs. Le Blanc to you, even if she can be a bit of a witch now and again. Her husband is a nice guy.”

“Yea I know dad. He even played a round of football with me and Duke last week, but we had to go to the other side of the village.”

“You don’t say.”

“Well Jason said it would be better. He probably didn’t want old Mrs. Misery, sorry dad, Mrs. Le Blanc, to see that he was siding with the enemy.”

“So sons, this has to stop. They are probably a very nice couple and we just got off on the wrong foot with them. Anyhow, we are inviting them to our 4th July party as well as some other friends.”

“But dad.”

“No buts, they are our neighbours.”

The family Stewart left the shops and travelled home. After lunch Hank Stewart had work to do, under the supervision of Jean of course.

In the meanwhile….

“Marcel, come and look. Those Americans are up to their tricks again.”

“Michelle what are you doing again at the window with the binoculars spying on our American neighbours.”

“Look, Marcel, that Mr. Stewart is hammering a long pole into the ground and his wife is giving him instructions.”

“Perhaps he is fixing a light up in the garden for when he wants to sit outside on the summer evenings. It is really none of our business.”

Suddenly Jean Stewart saw the light reflecting on something in the neighbour’s window opposite.

“Hey, look Hank I am sure that Mrs. Le Blanc is looking at us again with the binoculars.”

“Who cares baby, we are not doing anything illegal.” And so Hank carried on with the work under Jean’s orders. After an hour they were nearly finished.

“Jason” called Hank “bring me Uncle Chad’s present. I am ready for it.”

Hank removed the present from the box and hooked it onto the pole.

“Marcel, Marcel, look what those Americans have done; an insult to our country.”

“Are they burning a statue of our president, or our country’s flag? Come off it Michelle, they are just a nice family doing no harm.”

“No harm, well what do you say to that. They have just hoisted a flag on that pole.”

“Yes, but we have a Swiss flag in our garden as well.”

“No, Marcel, it’s an American one. You know the one with the stars and the stripes. That is against the law, I am calling the police.”

Although Marcel was annoyed with his wife, he knew she was right. In Switzerland you are only allowed to have a Swiss flag showing on your private property. Foreign flags are forbidden. Before he could do anything his wife was already on the phone. Soon afterwards the Stewart family heard a knock on the door and Michelle opened the door.

“Hank, can you come quickly. It’s those nice police officers again, you remember the ones that told us how to paint our door.”

“Bonjour Mr. and Mrs. Stewart. Unfortunately we have a problem. Your neighbour called us.”

“Old Misery Le Blanc again.”

“Jason I told you to speak of Mrs. Le Blanc with respect. Go to your room.”

“So what’s the problem officer.”

“It seems you have an American flag in your garden. I am afraid you will have to remove it.”

“But in America most of us have flags showing our countries in the gardens. It is a good old fashioned custom. Not forgetting that 4th July will soon be here and we are having a good old Independence Day party. Well, when I think of it why don’t you come as well? We have really got to know each other over the past months and I would love to introduce such nice police officers to my friends. You won’t feel so out of place I am inviting a few people from the village as well, our neighbours Mr. and Mrs. Le Blanc.”

“Thank you very much Mr. Stewart we would love to come.”

“Charles, we are here on police business and not on a social visit. First of all we must deal with the facts.”

“But Jacques Mr. and Mrs. Stewart are such nice people. I am sure we can close an eye to the crime.”

“Charles, please remember who we are; staunch upholders of the Swiss law. No, I am sorry Mr. Stewart, but the flag must be removed.”

“What about our 4th July celebrations? You cannot celebrate them without a flag.”

“Sorry, but it is the Swiss law. By the end of next week, the American flag no longer appears.”

The police officers Charles and Jacques left.

“Jacques I really think we could close an eye on the problem. What harm does the Stars and Stripes do in a little Swiss village. No-one will know.”

“It is the principle Charles; the principle.”

With a heavy heart Hank Stewart removed the flag from the pole.

“Hank give me the flag, I have an idea.”

“What sort of an idea Jean?”

“Just wait and see.”

Jean said no more but went on a shopping trip and then Hank heard the sound of the sewing machine now and again during the week from her work room.

It was soon the 4th July and the Stewarts now had a Swiss flag on their pole in the garden, although Hank found it not so suitable for Independence Day celebrations. The invitations had been sent and were accepted. Even Mrs. Le Blanc came. After all she wanted to know what the inside of the American’s house looked like. When police officer Charles arrived Hank was please.

“A shame that your colleague could not come as well.” He said to Charles

“Please do not mention it to my colleague if you see him. I did not tell him I was coming. May I present my wife and two daughters?”

It was a successful party, and Jason and Duke were very happy to meet the daughters of Charles. They really got on well together.”

At midnight the Stewart family had organised some fireworks and while everyone was looking Jean pulled down the Swiss flag. She took it to one side, opened the zip she had put on the side and turned it inside out and put it back on the pole. Some noticed, some did not notice, but it was very original. A Swiss flag on one side with the American flag on the other.

Hank was proud of his wife; she always had such good ideas.

The Stewart boys, Jason and Duke were also pleased. They had found two girl friends, the daughters of a Swiss policeman, so they spent the late hours of the night toasting marshmallows on the fire together.

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MULTIPLY United Friends Challenge #155: Broken Arm Instruction Manual


Sunshineatmidnight's Challenge


Write an instruction manual (of any length) for a product or process.
The topic must be something that does not generally have a manual,
such as a #2 pencil or how to put on a sock.




Broken arm for the woman

So now you have your first broken arm. Using this practical broken arm instruction booklet, I am sure you will find that you can even have fun with it.

You have now arrived home from the hospital and are back to normal every day life. Do not forget, in hospital you were the Queen – your wishes were cared for. To have your needs attended to at home, a certain plan must be executed. You have to ensure that you remain the centre of attention. Please read the instructions carefully and you will have no problems.

1. Do not put too much pressure on the arm when it has been freshly repaired. It could lead to further complications. Remember to complain that you cannot do what you usually do. You will find this has untold advantages. No more ironing, cleaning windows, carrying heavy baskets full of washing and above all you get tons of sympathy. Someone will help so enjoy it while you can.

2. With time you will find that movement will gradually return to the arm, you will be sent to a physiotherapist. He will tell you the exercises to do with the arm to bring back into movement. It might be that you partner is rather shocked when he sees you with an arm hanging loosely whilst rotating it on its own axis; just a normal exercise. Astonishment will probably arise when you raise both arms in the air above your head for no apparent reason. Your partner might think you have joined perhaps a druid club worshipping the sun. We know why we do it and your partner is probably in the unfortunate position that he has never broken an arm.

3. Don’t worry about the long designer scar you have left from the treatment. Scars are always a source of interest at any gathering. Look forward to your first party and wear a sleeveless dress. You will be the centre of attention. Questions such as “What happened?” or remarks “That looks terrible, I am sure you went through a lot of pain” are always a reason for feeling important.

4. A disadvantage with modern treatment is that plaster is no longer applied. Everything being tied together with wire and steel plates, it has just lost its use. Gone are the days when you could collect signatures on the plaster, but it has advantages. If you broke your arm in summer, then you can maintain an even sun tan. With plaster you were condemned to having a white arm throughout the year.

5. You are forced to sleep on your back, but do not worry. It is time for revenge on your partner who may keep you from sleep with his nocturnal noises. Now you will begin to snore, have weird dreams and keep everyone from sleep. Do not worry about not getting enough sleep, if you do things according to this manual, you will be sleeping during the day whilst the others are doing your work.

6. Cooking: this deserves a paragraph to itself. You are unable to use one of your arms, this is a great disadvantage, but can also be an advantage. You are no longer able to cook your favourite foods to you own taste, but you are in charge. You will be giving the orders. Think back to the days when you cooked a meal and there was perhaps not enough salt in the potatoes, the meat was tough or the vegetable was not cooked to perfection. You have the chance to take revenge. Complain when you can. Towards the end of the resting time, start praising. Say how wonderful he can cook and with luck, his ego will be so satisfied that in future he will enjoy taking over some of the kitchen chores.

7. Avoid leaving the house on your own. This should not be difficult. Through your accident, you will find that you will probably not be allowed out on your own “in case something happens”. No longer shopping excursions to hunt for food on your own, they will be shared with someone. You cannot drive a car (another advantage – you now have a chauffeur) so enjoy it. Whilst someone else is hunting for provisions, take your time, show the shop assistant and colleagues your scar and have fun telling them what happened. You have someone that is running around in the shop for you, hunting for food.

8. All good things come to an end. One day after half a year probably, you will find that your arm is now operating again with satisfaction. You can carry heavy loads, enjoy your housewife hobbies and perhaps even work over the garden. Our advice is, do not overdo it. Take your time with the recovery and perhaps, who knows, there might be things that never recover. To sum things up, make the most of it. You are someone, you have something that no-one else has, enjoy it.

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MULTIPLY Mono Monday Plus #50(MM #64)

Landhaus, SolothurnHere I am again in our local town of Solothurn. This picture shows the Landhaus situated on the banks of our River Aare. I decided to play around with this one. The sky did not suit me, seemed a bit drab and lifeless, so I changed it for another sky in my collection. I then converted it all into monochrome and painted the shutters back in. I did the mono in Piknik, but the sky layering in CS3. The frame is also a Piknik mirror frame. Here is the result.


Landhaus


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I was wondering what to do with the picture and then I borrowed Gator's idea. I used the following photos

Sculpture, Museum, SolothurnSculpture, Museum, Solothurn


and cut out the figures with the magic wand in CS3. I then put the ladies on the river of my landhaus photo and did yet another different sky in layering as a background. Afterwards I put it all in piknik for a frame. So here is perhaps the feminine version of Gator's photo.


statues and landhaus

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Sunday, 21 June 2009

MULTIPLY Images and Words - Calling me Back (Week 7)

Bethnal Green Road



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MULTIPLY Writing Prompt #20: Once More, with Feeling

They took me away to another place
But inside my head,things are on fire
I hated my mum and also my dad
They were the ones that made me go haywire
Ok, now dad was a man who liked his drink
And mum, well she loved lines of cocaine
I watched and waited until the chance came
And it did again and again
It was an accident that the house burnt down
Amazing what some matches can do
Little children should not play with fire
And now they say my mind is cuckoo
Who cares what I hate I push on one side
That’s the way to come through life
In the school had no friends, I hated all
But I got my revenge with a knife
It was all her fault, she laughed at my hair
So I enjoyed a physical push
They found her in time, I couldn’t care less
She was the victim of an ambush
After school things got better, I worked in a shop
We were selling freshly killed meat
I just loved the work, it suited my likes
Oh yes, it was really up my street
But soon my hatred again started growing
Then the day came when I met Bill
He was rich, and good looking, had all what I wanted
It was inevitable that he would be a good kill
First of all we got married, now that was a gag
I hate sharing things all the way
So I started with poison, little by little
I knew he was not here to stay
After the poison he got very weak
So I gave him a push down the stair
The police got suspicious, they didn’t believe me
Perhaps because I was the heir
They tried me for murder, but could not decide
I was sent to the funny farm
I decided I hated all doctors and nurses
‘Twas then that I caused an alarm
They found out the truth of my somewhat dark life
They said I was not very sane
I am now put away and kept all alone
Seems something is wrong with my brain
Or course this is wrong, am misunderstood
But I think they will just have to wait
I have planned to use dynamite, made it myself
Oh yes, it’s a thing with this hate



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