Missy & The Scrolls ... A Mystery... written and presented by Paul Howes

How and where Missy,came from is altogether another story then indeed this one is. However her being like Mary,it is well worth the mention of it here, for people throughout the ages have noticed it to be the case. In this instance She had left Mary Poppins,after their long ago stroll within the universe of pleasent dreams, where some had happened to come true. It being in the long run simply giving others  a helping hand when they were in dire need of it.    Whoever we might  be,the closing of eyes must take place.                                                                                             

"O' Dear Me, What has happend here?"  Missy, thought to herself after coming  upon such an unusual scene. It certainly seemed a mystery,for She had never seen such things that now caught her eye of emotive imagination.  She felt herself being drawn in by that which lay before her dainty feet.

Once Upon A Time,

Within The Great Expanding Library,

A strange begiling thing accured. The Alice Book of gold leaf pages fell to the floor,with a thump! bounced around and then ended upright,with the book opened and what appeared to be ancient scrolls fell rolling out. Now it must be said that certain books have been printed out with that which was written long before our time , upon scrolls. Now this was something much stranger than that,because within eye shot, most of the scrolls unrolled . flipped over and curled up again the other way. All this movement while others just remained sealed tight with the energy that had forced them shut. What now appeared on the others were old stye maps of our strange bygone world of yesteryear. 

However the real Mystery  here is, Who is Missy? 

                                                                          BB

Mog’s Christmas Calamity | Sainsbury’s Ad | Christmas 2015

Only Medusa

                                     Just a small toy figure that came my way several years ago.

Hammy written by Paul Howes

Today i stood upon the landing atop of the stairs looking out of our tiny window, and after counting 20 or so cars speeding up and down the St Faiths road i spied Hammy flicking his tail upon the tree just beyond our nut tree that stands in the first tree line in the wooded area that is our part of fiddle wood.  Now it must be mentioned here and now that all the grey squirrels are Hammy's to me,and i often write of their adventures throughout the years as they roll out their days of each and every months cycle. As i near my 75th year of my expectation of gaining more insight upon many a thing, i tend to name such wildlife wonders that i see near and far in such a wonderful way. After all concerning all the Hammy's that pass my window throughout my day i would get rather confused trying hard to remember each ones name, would i not? But i do remember one that was so aged he had a very faint wisp of a flicking grey tail.It was him alone that stole the coconut liner to our raised flower baskets in the front of our little house in order to construct his. And in that brave attempt of his,i grudged him not a single thing that he in turn rolled up in his endeavour to keep snug and warm. Yes he himself having been gone for many a year now, is often in my thoughts as his offspring dance and flick their own days display in sight of my window, a well earned place where i type so in my own remembrance as each day slowly unfolds in such a sweet thoughtful way. 

May you one and all stay safe,

 and in doing so stay well. BB