I am now lost. In two weeks I have lost two stories. I could only locate paper copies. The digitals are lost somewhere on a cloud. A little cloud in the ether. I wonder if it will land on someone else's cloud, coz it sure as hell isn't on mine. Ten minutes ago I deleted a story ready for posting. I has two copies you see. I only need one for website purposes. it made sense at the time. Now, the said story is lost again. Somewhere on someone else's cloud, probably. I hope I have a paper copy. I am hoping to scan this. At home, where I know how to work the scanner. If not, I'll spend another hour re=writing it. If I can find the paper copy...…
Now back to another pressing matter. Custard. We were out for a meal in Glasgow on Friday night. A very strange fusion restaurant combining German sausages with kebabs. The menu made very little sense so I ordered some thing safe. (pork schneittzle and chips) and no, I do not know how to spell schientzle but Im hoping you understand me. For pudding, apple strudel. I asked if it came with custard. One of my fellow diners had ascertained he once had custard with ice-cream all in the same bowl. I don't believe him. (Isn't it strange how custard can open up lively and fervent debate?) The waitress assured me the strudel came with custard, I made sure it was hot, then she said, it comes with ice-cream! No! No way! My fellow diner was flushed with success. No. The strudel custard and ice cream arrived, all on the same plate. Plate is important the important noun here. Not a bowl. Below is a picture of Pudding. Strudel, ice-cream, custard. It was not custard. Don't let them get away with this parody of a much loved pudding favourite. I am of a generation who know about their custard. It should be hot. A lovely tummy warming sponge in the middle of the bowl. What I have shown you here is sacrilege. A dumbing down of dessert. Don't allow them to delude you into believing this is a lovely bowl of apples and custard. I think it is time to make a stand. I'm sure I'll have a dine out meal over the festive season. I'll let you know where custard is served and which restaurant to boycott.
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AuthorI enjoy writing short stories and reading yours. I'm always amazed at where our mind can take us. I think it is therapeutic to let your mind wander off and free itself of personal drudgery. Archives
March 2020
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