Mozzie

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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I am a small mosquito
And my task is not the best…
To be a nuisance all my life
And be a perfect pest.

It isn’t really all my fault
When deep within the night
You wake to find I had a snack
And left a nasty bite.

I need the stuff that’s in your blood
I have none of my own…
That’s just the way that I was made
And so the seed was sown.

I am the perfect predator
No tiger bite can beat
The stealth attack that gets to feed
Yet leaves you on your feet.

I’m made by Mother Nature,
Working to her own design…
So when you try to squash me flat,
Recall…the fault’s not mine.

I can’t turn vegetarian,
That’s not the way I’m made,
A mozzie needs her sustenance,
The Piper must be paid.

We may surpass our natures,
But we can’t be…

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Beautiful people

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

I took far too many photographs in Glastonbury…and so far the tale of that weekend has not reached its culmination with the raising of the Maypole! But there were so many fabulous costumes, so many beautiful people, that it seems a shame to leave them to languish in my folders.

There was every conceivable variety of Green Man and Woman. There were knights and Spring Maidens, Arthurian figures and fairies… and so many May blossom wreaths that the air of the town was fragrant.

They were beautiful people… all of them. Not because they were dressed in flowers and velvet, but because there was a shared buzz in the air… a genuine feeling of celebration… and more than anything, because they were out there being themselves.

I had been wearing a long green dress the first day … the next day it was jeans and jumper, but I still wore…

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Oreo Millionaire Shortbread

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Oreo Millionaire Shortbread.

WARNING – WARNING – WARNING!

This recipe is ONLY for the most serious chocolate and salted caramel lovers.

Others – please disregard!

One of our friends who we meet up with every Thursday on our John’s Bar date night had a birthday last week.

Friends’ birthdays are always a great excuse for me to bake and try something new.

So for our sweet friend, Donna, I made these amazingly decadent Oreo Millionaire Shortbread cookie bars.

O… M… G!

What could be more indulgent than an Oreo cookie crust layered with homemade salted caramel and then topped with rich, creamy chocolate and sprinkled with additional Oreo crumbs?!?!

I found a recipe at Baking a Mess, but the recipe was in British weights and measures and contained ingredients I was not familiar with (caster sugar and golden syrup). I did a little research into converting grams to cups…

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From serpent to salamander

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

From the serpent stones of Arbor Low, we headed to the village of Youlgreave in search of tea and salamanders. There is a pub that provides the former and a church that provides a superb glimpse into the history of the area. Youlgreave is an odd place… a village with a memory of grandeur. Once upon a time, judging by the scale of the church, the residential architecture and the faded names of businesses that linger above doorways, it must have been a bustling little town. Like many such places though, industry changed and moved on, taking its wealth with it and leaving the only ghosts of former glories behind.

Youlgreave church bears witness to past times, but not just to the lead mines that made the sleepy village once a centre of industry. It contains relics of a long history dating back to the time of the Domesday book…

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Notes from a small dog – Foul baggage

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I know the score… I know the signs… there’s no way she’ll decieve me,

She’s running round and packing bags, which means she’s going to leave me.

She wanders way too often for my liking, I must say,

Sometimes she’s hardly here for long before she’s on her way.

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“But, girlie, I must go to work, to earn our daily bread.”

I wish that she’d stay home and  just play ball with me instead.

“We cannot,” she will frown and say, “do everything we please.

Unless I go to work, there’ll be no tennis balls or cheese.”

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Well, okay then, that part I get…I don’t mind telling you

I’ll let her off for working, ’cause it covers chicken too.

But what about the times she loads the bags into the car?

You don’t need tons of suitcases if you’re not going far…

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“I never take more…

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A laughing heart

The Silent Eye

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Sent to me by Obi, a friend and Companion of the Silent Eye:

Let me Sue, tell you a traditional story on happiness from my people the Igbo of South east Nigeria as an example of how happiness can make one unable to do anything effectively.

A young man after the traditional marriage formalities took home his wife, with happiness, just as the young wife was happy too. The next morning as he was leaving for his farm for work, he left the young wife in the house and then brought out food for her to cook, so he could come home to a meal for the first time now in his own house and not his father’s.

When he returned, he heard a distant voice singing a traditional happiness tune, and he was thrilled by and happy at the melodious voice of his wife. She, meanwhile, was transported…

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