The last episode included the terrible news that the board wasn’t big enough to accommodate decent curves without tracking right around the edge of the setup. That is not something I want to contemplate, with [more…]
O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! Thus wrote grumpy bad speller of a Scottish poet, doonhamer Rabbie Burns. To be blunt, dear Puffins, I wish that [more…]
Welcome back to Cnuteneering, where the possible is made more difficult by bone headed ignorance, overenthusiasm and pointy metal things being brought at speed close to my fingers. You may want to refresh your memory [more…]
“Then Herod secretly called the wise men, and learned from them exactly what time the star appeared. And he sent them to Bethlehem, and said, “Go and search diligently for the young child, and when [more…]
Chapter 40 – Epilogue Three, Edge’s Swansong He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. William Shakespeare The virus came and the Deep State was [more…]
Monday Another week and it was a little warmer when I popped into the garden before breakfast. While Bozzie was eating his Breakfast he got a phone call from Handoncock. I could only hear half [more…]
Thanks to all of you who wrote the songs. Merry Christmas puffins. Have a great Christmas! © EJ 2020 Ed. If you receive an age restricted message I have found that Firefox doesn’t seem to [more…]
“Type Tammy-May Trevallion into social media,” I instructed Rose who was in charge of the keyboard at our computer terminal in the underground communications room at the British High Commission, at the better end of [more…]
First correct entry out of ‘the hat’ wins a copy of A Bear’s Diary by Tachybaptus. Email entries to me by 6.00 pm Sunday, subject ‘Crossword’. Contact here on email Last week’s winner of a [more…]
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