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spoof posts and humour on public holiday Mondays


When I started writing the Monday Musing as a spoof or humorous post on public holiday Mondays I was myself following in others footsteps, for such writing is a long tradition and I often write such posts in the style of others; Read more…

holiday humour for Easter in the dime novel style


The silence stretched between them and her patience was near to snapping; why could he not just say something? It had been almost three hours now since she had unleashed a torrent of venom in his direction and it had taken most of that time before she began to accept that she had been wrong to react in the way that she had. Hell, he was just a man and she had known enough of them to know what to expect when you criticised them; sulking and silence. Read more…

holiday humour as strange things happen in the elevator


The Cucumber they called it, mostly because of its green sheen, although he abhorred such nicknames and would only refer to it by its street address. The new building, for the moment the tallest in the city, had been visible on and off for some time as he drove into the city. He thought the design was a travesty, but a the job of running it was a job and he had accepted, although he had some concerns about why the vacancy had come up so soon after the original appointee, a well-respected industry figure, had apparently stepped down just days before the opening. Why no-one knew for the lady in question wasn’t responding to calls or emails. Under the circumstances he pondered on the wisdom of starting a new job on Friday the 13th, but one of the best jobs he had ever had begun on the 1st of April so he thought it was worth the chance. Read more…

the rioja revelation; a seasonal tale


Les Floggit left the sales conference platform on a personal high and to seemingly rapturous applause. They would all repair to the bar now no doubt to enjoy the remaining hours of their two day, three night break in Malaga far from the cold of pre-Christmas Britain. A five o’clock check in tomorrow would see them all hung-over no doubt, but for now the moment of triumph was his as he headed for his hotel room. Read more…

espionage. or is there another motive? holiday fun from Monday Musings


He was not in his usual car, instead driving a nondescript small MPV of uncertain age; too many people would recognise his usual wheels. The rain began again in earnest as he turned of the motorway. He flicked the windscreen wipers on to full speed as he climbed up the ramp to the roundabout and took the A road . Ahead of him the high hills were lost in the curtain of rain as he sought out a lay-by and pulled off the road, carefully checking the vehicles that passed him before he moved on again. Read more…