I am missing mum, which feels a bit odd as she didn't like snow or christmas, but hey i guess thats juat the time of year for it. Whoever you are, where ever you are i wish you a peaceful loving time with those you love. X
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contemplative
The Carol after Edgar Allan Poe
by J H McNulty
Once upon a midnight dreary, came a phantom grim and eerie,
Into Mr. Scrooge's mansion, right up to his chamber door;
When it entered, without tapping, Scrooge was sitting gently lapping
Gruel, and very nearly napping, on that Christmas Eve of yore.
All this happened on that very foggy night long years before,
Merely this and nothing more.
It was in the bleak December, very cold, you may remember,
Scrooge's fire, one single ember, casts no shadow on the floor.
Summer breeze or North-East freezer, were the same to Ebenezer,
Lean as Cassius, hard as Caesar, that was Scrooge the night before,
Marley's ghost and his three spirits came in through the heavy door,
Double-locked by Scrooge before.
"Give me comfort, ghost of Marley," "No, I can't, I've come to parley
Of your dark and murky future, show you what you have in store."
Scrooge felt anxious at this greeting, he disliked this midnight meeting,
And the ghost, who hated heating, from his head the bandage tore;
Cooling thus his burning brow and letting drop his lower jaw.
Scrooge collapsed upon the floor.
Then the ghost with no uncertain step moved to the casement curtain,
Lifted high the frosted window and there came a muffled roar.
"Scrooge now quit your kneeling posture; come and see, it's no imposture,
All these phantoms, at least most, your cronies were in days of yore.
Merchants, bankers, men of business, happy once, now groaning sore.
Listen to their moaning more.
"I have come to give you warning, close on twelve on early morning,
Three more ghosts will pay you visits; counting me that just makes four,
I, indeed, am not returning"; Scrooge was very nearly turning
Blue with cold, no fire was burning, and the night air came in frore.
So he jumped into his bed, and closed his eyes, began to snore,
Went to sleep knew nothing more.
Ghosts of Christmas Past and Present came with warnings far from pleasant.
But the Last of these three spirits pierced his conscience to the core,
Down he fell in abject terror, till at length he spied a tremor
In the phantom, saw his error, saw the ghost was nothing more
Than his old familiar bed-posts, merely this and nothing more,
Now the fearful dream was o'er.
Scrooge awakened from his dreaming, found the morning sun was streaming
In his dark and dingy chamber from the ceiling to the floor.
He became a kinder master, saved the Cratchits from disaster
almost he became a plaster saint, the wicked Scrooge of yore.
No more spirits, no more phantoms, no more "humbug" any more,
That's the end and nothing more.
Le sigh.
My posts - when I am actually able to post at all - are garbled or half-eaten.
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peaceful
I've just checked the "delay repay" rules, to see if I could claim anything back under their "longer than half an hour's delay rule". It appears it's timed from the train you would have caught to the next one available - in this case 29 minutes, so not eligible - rather than from the train you now have to catch to get in. Sods.
Thank fudge for the weekend - this has been a loooooooooong week.
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aggravated
December is shaping up to be a good month as I have had word that another submission has been bought for publication.
Kasma Magazine are going to publish ‘Stranger than Fiction’ in their Spring edition, 2010. I have a soft spot for ‘Stranger than Fiction’ simply because it is the first story that I reviewed/edited for actual submission, earlier this year, when I embarked on writing for something other than my own enjoyment. I was quite choosy about where I submitted it but think that Kasma is a very good fit (check out their current issue for an insight into why).
Originally published at www.jayfaulkner.com. You can comment here or there.
whats going on??
well Jen as per normal has taken on to much work this term
My work is being just as rubbish
So not ready for Xmas, can;t belive it's like only next week.
But in other good news I pased my part one bike test today, woooo hooo, one more test to go and then I can be let loose ( for a bike now you have to do CBT, Theory part 1 and then part2, good way to get cash out of people I guess)
K
Just got word that Every Day Fiction are going to publish one of my stories – I am really chuffed about this as the story itself (The Way Not To Wish) is one that I am really pleased with, that tells the story of the relationship between a young boy and his father as they both deal with loss, but also because I love Every Day Fiction.
Don’t know when it will be published – will obviously update once I get the details – but am looking forward to it!
Originally published at www.jayfaulkner.com. You can comment here or there.
When he is on his own the TV is his only company, and he is now either angry, or frustrated and confused with it, non of this is good for his mental well being. I got him the simpliest TV on teh market and still it is to complicated. *sigh* I am pretty much out of ideas :-( Other than asking you lot out there if anyone has an old simple TV they wouldn't mind selling us? He has a year before digital changes over fully, so that shuoldn't be a hassle ... yet!
So anyone in the East london / london / essex area got an old tele they dont mind selling? Sound must be good as he is deaf as a post and has to have it *loud*
Any other ideas welcome as well, cheers guys
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hopeful
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accomplished
