RDP Sunday: Excursion

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“Pack the bags, we are leaving now.”

“Stop panicking, we are going nowhere.+

“I tell you we have to leave. They have landed in a big green sphere. I saw them put the periscope out at the top. I took a photo.”

“Looks like a gas holder to me.”

“You see, they are planning to gas us as well.”

“Just calm down, that building has been there for years.”

“I heard noises as I walked past. I am sure it is an invasion from another planet.

Jack found Mary was exaggerating. There were gas holders everywhere, although now a bit old fashioned. They had been there for at least 1,000 years, although Jack thought they were always there, all with labels advertising natural gas, which of course was a camouflage.

1,000 years was actually the incubation time for a Gronk, from planet Gronkle on the other side of the milky way and now they were ready. That night the sphere began to glow with a green fluorescence. The local fire service were called out and they turned on the hoses , but to no avail. By now the heat was at its height and the water had the effect of exploding the sphere.

The gronks emerged, thousands of them.  Jack and Mary, like the remainder of the Earth people, did not live to see the next day and the Gronks had returned. The fruit of their excursion 1,000 years before had ripened. There are always exceptions of course. 1,000 years before a few Gronks were left on the earth to prepare for their arrival after the first invasion left and now they were organising. The earth was now inhabited by a carrot coloured hair population.

RDP Sunday: Excursion

RDP Sunday: Plaintive

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The Plantive cry of a fly
Is something no-one will hear
Just give them a swat and down they fall
And then they disappear
No-one mourns their death
there are too many to count
Collect them with a broom
In the shovel there is a mount
But do not feel so sad
and do not have a concern
For everyone that dies
Another hundred return

RDP Sunday: Plaintive

RDP Sunday: Reflection

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Even wheeling along in a wheelchair has its perks. You can take a photo of the reflection in the side mirror, although the mirror is also there for a purpose. Bicycles often share the same paths as wheelchairs and they are very silent until you here the clingaling of a bell coming up behind you, meaning move over. This reflection just shows the barrier for crossing the rail tracks.

RDP Sunday: Reflection

RDP Sunday: Puzzle

Hairdresser

And so I had a hairdresser appointment. Now Heidi, my hairdresser for many years, is always good for a surprise. She is more a family friend than just a hairdresser, as she happens to live in the same village as I do, even on the same estate, just a walk across the connecting road.  She is very well organised and to give her waiting customers something to do she organised a puzzle in her saloon. Actually there are not many waiting customers, just usually one waiting for the previous customer to have the finishing touches.

I was always a customer for jigsaw puzzles, I grew up with them. This puzzle was placed in the window of her saloon so you even had a view of the street whilst solving it. Even the subject of the puzzle was ideal, our town of Solothurn, where the saloon is, so what could be better.

Dead bird at the hairdressers

Yes, Heidi is very original. I remember when she once had a cage in the corner of the saloon containing a stuffed bird, I think it was a raven. Another opportunity for a photo. She removed this exhibit a few years ago, perhaps she had a complaint from the ornithological league.

RDP Sunday: Puzzle

RDP Sunday: Marble

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Just a week ago it began to rain marbles here in my garden. I had to take the photos from the window as I did not want to risk getting struck but one of them as they tumbled down from the sky.

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Eventually they all rolled together in the corner of the window frame although I believe the wind also played its part in the action. It does not happen often, but hail storms can be quite interesting.

RDP Sunday: Marble