Cheese and Biscuits for Breakfast
And a Cinnamon Bun,
Is not the way forward,
To a slimline tum.

Cheese and Biscuits for Breakfast
And a Cinnamon Bun,
Is not the way forward,
To a slimline tum.

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As I have reached the dizzy heights of 100 subscribers.
I have three projects that will fill my writing capacity to the maximum this year.
Firstly ,re edit and publish each week my novel The Cuckoo in the Nest I hope to do one Chapter a week,re publishing on one day of the week(yet to be decided).
Secondly get on with some new writing in the form of “The Dog who inherited a Palace” which is actually about my dog and again I’d like to try and publish one chapter a week.(Again a date to be chosen)
And continue my Stan and Milo series which I’m really enjoying compiling and is great fun to do.
Hopefully I can publish in a way that is sequential on WordPress and will make it easy for the Reader.
That my friend is definitely a tall order for writing in 2025, and will keep me scribbling away happily.
Thanks for reading and I will do my best to keep you interested in my projects Namaste

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I saw a Green Sunset at Tolcarne Beach in Newquay in Cornwall, UK some years ago .
One warm summer evening with the perfect atmospheric conditions, no cloud and a calm sea, a momentary Green Flash on the Horizon appeared ; bright as an Emerald ,just as the Sun seemed to dip into the Ocean. The Green Sunset was a fine jewel to see. Everyone present was in awe. A girl who had lived in Cornwall for sixteen years said it was the first time she had seen it. To her, it had been another Cornish Myth.
I’ve since looked for those ideal conditions, a clear horizon and the sun appearing to set in the ocean …. I feel very lucky to have witnessed it once, I will keep looking on the horizon wherever I travel. The secret is to keep looking.
If you have seen this phenomenon, please can you let me know what your experience was like and if you can share pictures more the better.
Namaste and Thank You for reading.
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Christmas was always a difficult time for Stan, because it was at Christmas Time when he was abandoned as a puppy and was left to fend for himself on the street. Up until he was 8 months old , he had a family and then something awful happened. His family could no longer look after him and the father said it was kinder to let him loose on the streets, where someone was bound to take him in, whereas if they handed him to the shelter if he wasn’t claimed in 4 weeks then he would be put to sleep. His family were very sad but they thought they were doing the best for him.

The little pup; though he went through some very hard times and lots of adventures survived on the streets. In truth , he had lost faith in people and felt it was only other animals he could trust. He avoided getting involved with people and would only steal food when he knew he could get away with it. He was always hungry , he was very careful not to trust people, even when they offered him free food. He had heard what the man who used to care for him had said , so he was very wary.
When he met Milo, the mouse, he knew he was OK. In truth Stan was down on his luck, being so big it wasn’t easy to sneak away with food and he’d had some lucky escapes. One man had tried to throw hot oil over him. Stan was getting older and couldn’t move as fast as he used to. .Stan, though was a dog of the World , he knew how things worked and Stan knew that Milo, despite being very rich and very able at business needed looking after. So it was a good relationship, they both looked after each other’s backs.
It was their first Christmas together and Milo had put a heater in the Stan’s shed and also decorated it with some festive cheer and a new bed with an electric blanket. Secretly ,Stan was very pleased and it on Christmas night he settled into his new surroundings which were very comfortable and said goodnight to Milo as he wandered by just taking a breath of fresh air in the garden.

” See you tomorrow Stan” said Milo as he waved goodbye ” We’re having turkey for breakfast and dinner!”
Stan smiled , he knew he would now dream of turkey, but he didn’t mind, he was tired and he knew he’d sleep well.
That was unless something happened.
Which of course it did.
At 3.00 am in the morning Milo came rushing out to the garden, still in his pyjamas and with his mobile phone glued to his ear. His Big Department Store down in the city had been broken into , the alarms were going off , the Police were on their way , but the Security Guards were in real trouble. They needed help, they were being held hostage. Milo had them on the telephone and they were very scared.

Stan leaped out of bed immediately , he didn’t know the full details but he could tell Milo was very concerned.
Milo got the car out of the garage and put the phone on speaker phone. They were driving along and suddenly the voice of one of the robbers came on the speaker.
” Call the Police Off Mr Big Mouse, or else the Concierge get’s it !” Milo could hear the concierge in the background he was crying.
” Hold on, I didn’t call the Police , someone else must have, I can’t stop them, they know there’s a burglary going on. Look I’m on my way , as soon as I get there I’ll let them know, I don’t want them interfering. Please don’t hurt anyone.”
” We want access to the safe, nobody here seems to have a clue, when you get here can you come up to the fifth floor and let us into it.”
” Of course , I will! Look just don’t hurt anyone!”
Stan rolled his eyes this did not sound good. He had to start thinking of a plan and what to do.
Eventually, Stan and Milo got to the store and Milo immediately went in, he’d made a call to the Police Commissioner explaining the situation and asked that the police keep quiet and be there to help if needed. Milo promised the Commissioner that as soon as he had made sure that everyone was safe he would let him know.
So it was that Stan and Milo made there way up to the Fifth Floor of ” The Big Mouse Department Store”. That was the administrative floor and Milo had been told to come up alone and knock on one of the office doors . Which he did. Stan stealthily hid in the cleaning cupboard of the Fifth Floor, and with the headset that Milo had given him awaited further instructions.
Milo knocked on the office door he had been instructed to , he knew it was the one with the safe in it. One of the thieves opened it and roughly grabbed at him to come in. Once inside Milo saw the hostages and the thieves standing around the safe.

Milo gave a very unhappy look at the thief who was manhandling him and the leader of the thieves said.
” Leave him alone, he’s the one who can let us into the safe, so leave him be. Your going to cooperate Mr Big Mouse aren’t you?” Said the Thief in Charge.
” Yes, of course. Now let’s see if all three of you can stand aside , then I will open the safe and then we can let you get out the back way with all the money and the Police won’t see you and you can make your escape”.
” Right, that sounds like a good plan, that is if we can trust you, first though open the safe.”
” OK, let me see, right I have to turn this and then twist this lever and as soon as I do that , put the following numbers on the dial, five, four , three, two one!”
Stan leapt through the door and within seconds all the thieves were flattened underneath him and those that weren’t were unconscious as he had thrown them backwards against the wall. The Security Guards who were tied up were quickly released by Milo biting through the string binding their wrists and as the Thieves Leader regained consciousness, he was tied up and along with the other thieves.

The Police Commissioner was very pleased when he heard from Milo that everyone was safe and that the thieves had been apprehended. It didn’t take long before the thieves were led away by the Police and that Milo and Stan could go back home.
It wasn’t quite breakfast time when the two friends arrived home and they were both very tired , so they decided to go to bed and have a late breakfast.
On Christmas Day they would be able to talk to their friends about their adventure and they had even invited the Security People and their families from the store to come and share their Christmas Day with them as everything in the end had worked out alright and Milo wanted them to forget the bad bits when they had been frightened and remember how brave they had been and how it had all worked out alright because of Stan.

A good time was had by all, and Stan didn’t mind that Milo exaggerated his role, certainly he didn’t remember Milo giving an uppercut to the jaw of the biggest thief, but then again it was a good story and everyone enjoyed it. There was loads of turkey too, enough even for Stan.
The End
After well wishing in the early hours,
New Year’s Day is torrential showers,
A day of rest and contemplation,
A break from the threat of hypertension,
I enjoyed my sojourn into holiday land,
It was most colourful and not at all bland,
Tomorrow I return to harsh reality,
The pigs in blankets will be a scarcity
No Turkey dinners,or repentant sinners,
A meagre fayre ,back to losers and winners,
For that’s the game of life I fear,
We gave thought for those and shed a tear,
And quickly walk by, saying Happy New Year!

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You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
To someone who must write , the perfect space is everywhere. You will put up with anything if the ideas are flowing. In fact the great CS Lewis told his step son that interruptions were important, an interesting point of view from a dedicated academic from one of the greatest ivory towers of educational attainment.
I think now it’s the tools we use and the support that is available that is edging “space” out. Word Press, Wi-Fi, Google and Artificial Intelligence broaden the research and accuracy of the subject matter, as does a good pair of headphones and a suitable P.C. and software, not to forget Security Software and an awareness of the foolishness that often occurs on the internet.
With this writing can occur. Whether it is good writing or not only the reader can decide. Perhaps this is what my title refers to , one man’s pleasure is another man’s irritant. It applies to space too.
Every writer though deserves a holiday and the perfect place for a writer is of course a retreat. Mine would be beside the sea with pleasant weather and a sea breeze , plenty of walks and a pub serving good food nearby. I would want some company from self-sufficient people who know me and know when to give me space.
The space would need every mod con and an excellent coffee machine and said writing tools above. Would it be a cottage or a 1930’s Art Deco building? I think I would prefer a Poiroesque Art Deco Building with an architecturally significant staircase leading onto a large simply furnished room at the front of the house with a balcony and sea views. For a few hours a day I would edit my scribbles and then return to real life to gain inspiration.

No I don’t ask much do I?
Namaste. Thank you for reading.

Audrey Driscoll
Darkness and Light – Reviewed
To those who came before us
It was the Path of Birds, the River of Heaven,
Divine milk spilled on darkness.
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What is your Favourite All Time Automobile?
Nowadays a Car that functions and is not too costly to run is what most people aspire to and why not?
They have become a necessary accessory to modern day life with suburbs and retail parks and leisure time to spend them in. Not to mention the dreaded school run if darlings Johnny and Jacinta didn’t get into their first choice of school and the New House Purchase fell through before the start of the new term. The journey to school is now a twenty minute car ride and not a twenty minute walk. Let’s face it the promise of Public Transport, is just that , a promise.
Thus some worship the Car, but most see it as something, dare I say it, is a necessary evil.

Some see the Car as the Devil Incarnate, and impose sitting in queues on it’s hapless inhabitants.
So My Favourite Automobile is quite a touchy subject for some.
However ,my Cars have always had names, sometimes just based on their brand name. So we have had Mini, Panda, Lil’ Audi , Van and currently Fred. They were always favourites as they always worked and always got me out of trouble. I always talked to them and in truth they had manuals written by humans who had rules and regulations in mind that meant explaining how to do something was an encyclopaedic experience. I much preferred just fiddling and I’m pleased to say that all my Cars were most helpful and never complained.
Thankfully the gear stick pattern has always been the same although light switches were always a bit of a challenge.
They were all my Favourites as they were part and parcel of my life. I won’t mention my experience with Company Cars as it was a shame , they never felt like mine and in truth I couldn’t connect with them and just like a hire car I suppose they were just there to be used.

In my later years , I probably won’t be able to afford a car, but I will look back with fondness to all my cars.
Namaste . Thank you for taking the time to read.
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What have been the biggest influences?

I love this AI generated picture and I suppose it sums up to me what the human condition is and how we influence each other.
We really are all connected, even the pins that seem to go out on their own have came from somewhere.
It’s something that changes and adapts but is also a constant. Those pins will be in different positions tomorrow or the next day, but the connections remain.
The more positive the connections the better for everyone.
Namaste and Thank Your for Reading.