I`m Gluing up Stuff today so thought it high time for an .....
........ INTERLUDE
No soaked snotty snuff hanky`s about this place Gunnar.
Here`s a couple of three jumbled up story`s.
"EH?"
Some of which happen to be true.
A few short years after my humble beginning which set me toddling about in one direction then upon others of much interest, our Spluttering Granma Gerty, would often leave such disgusting brown snotty things about my dear Mothers place, Snuff Hanky`s full and brimming.
"Yuck!" And a oozing out In front of us two small boys. Ron and little i. They were often left upon our poor spartan table, windowsill and even upon the fading pattern of our lino floor. i cannot say for the life of me that I ever loved her for it,and never did I miss her when she rode her broomstick back to wherever she came from.
I often thought as youngsters should always do,that there was no point to her except the black bent up one she wore upon her grey haired head of utter sneezing mischief. If in my younger mind or even now in my ancient one , i thought or did think that there were Witches, then most certainly she would have qualified totally as one of the worst of them.
Time now fly`s a flapping hard in an instant to our time.
Within our ivy covered home: a quite place well earned long ago by my often adventurous army life,is Just an odd assortment of jumbled toys, glue,paper, paints ,,,,,,,,
and well hidden Pirate treasure of gold silver and precious gems.
i have long sought out a digging for it here and there,and a looking unlucky Ard for it. Wearing out many a spade and bent fork and hammers along the way. ___Well the walls in parts are over twenty feet thick! i even lowered myself 180 feet down the Well in the lowest part of this old place ,but no luck the rope and bucket i was a swaying and a standing one footed in failed to reach the bottom.So Mrs B,and Bella our dog wound me slowly back up again.
It was said Nog Bad Berty Beano, in the age of Pirating Vikings did bury a vast treasure that had been stolen away from the land of the midday sun, ( Now known as Sweden ), somewhere under the stone floor or within the walls of Scratchy Built Beano Castle upon the heights of Fiddle Wood.
A magical place where once Gnomes plied their trade making and selling strange square wheeled wagons and rather strange clockwork galloping horses. Well that is what the little people of ancient times passed quietly on by word of mouth down throughout the ages. It must be true because the tree`s when in full leafy sway upon the North Wind often huddle their tops together and talk of many an adventure of those old wind up mechanical days.
It was said Granma Gerty met her end due to woodworm eating and munching troughout her entire crooked broomstick which finally fell splitting into dust while she was in full flight,a causing her to topple down Ard upon her head from a great awful height. __
___Yes Granma Gerty, was snuffed out at long last.BB