http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/COSMOS/sOMETHING OLD,SOMETHING NEW - SOMETHING HAPPY, SOMETHING BLUE - SOMETHING FUNNY, SOMETHING SAD - SOMETHING MOVING, SOMETHING INFURIATING - SOMETHING ... TO SUIT ANY MOOD THAT YOU HAPPEN TO BE IN AT ANY MOMENT. TRY IT AND SEE ; HAS NO KNOWN SIDE EFFECTS, EXCEPT ALL THE ABOVE -- AND MORE! in here you'll find some things that aren't exactly stories but are prose poems, opinions, vignettes of all sorts of things. anything to add a little savour to life.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/COSMOS/500801Now then kiddies, can we please have less of this naughty, disruptive behaviour? It is no use your constantly pestering Nanny with all these irritating questions, and pointless pleas for that naughty.Dave boy to be restored to Nanny’s favour. Nanny is very cross with you for indulging in such...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/COSMOS/448536The Fountain of Candelas. 1484 Juan shivered in superstitious awe, and hastily crossed his bosom. “ Nay my Love, ‘twas the Devil spake you thus. For how may a simple maiden work such magic, save with the hand of the Devil at the labour?” Sore aggrieved, and pouting like the child which in truth...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/COSMOS/448240Candelas was free to come and go unaccompanied at will, for none questioned her movements: what need was there to question the comings and goings of one so virtuous and chaste? And did not the love of all in that place enfold her as does the shell enclose the snail: enfold her in a protection as...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/COSMOS/447978Foreword:– I’m only in here for a little while lately, ‘cos I’ve still got this damned cold/chest thing, so I hope you will all pardon my not having replied to your nice comments. The story’s taken what might appear to be a peculiar digression, but I can assure that it is s. germane to the story,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/COSMOS/447722The Fountain of Candelas 1484 It was in a land which gazes at Africa across a well-nigh tide-less sea: it was in a distant, fabled time; and in a season of that time when the earth lay seared with heat as is a hearth beneath a fire that the story of Candelas unfolds. Candelas was the favoured...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/COSMOS/447414Miss Jane. September 1944. Jane lay in bed in the early Sunday morning darkness, after having tossed and turned most of the night, wild and highly disturbing phantasmagorical images flickering like a badly wound film reel behind her eyelids, and several times she had cried out and almost sat up....http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/COSMOS/447121Foreword: This is a digression from our story, to add some fine brush strokes to the overall picture of life in Britain during The Second World War. Rationing of food, clothing and almost every other essential was introduced immediately war broke out, and a ration books for each category of item...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/COSMOS/446892Jane and Julia. September 1944. Holding Julia close, Jane said, “ You are strong darling: you are as strong as I. And we must go on being strong for each other. The war will end one day; maybe sooner than we think. We shall be happy again, you will see. And who knows? One day things will change,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/COSMOS/446692Jane and Julia. September 1944 Jane wondered how she herself would feel if she had been made by their father to give her baby up in that way; her Helen, as she had already decided to name her – hand her over to strangers as soon as she was born. She could not bear to even contemplate such a...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/COSMOS/446427Jane and Julia. September 1944. The midday tally of the hops completed, Jane cycled over to Fountain Manor, the family home, and as she leant her bicycle against the garage wall, she was relieved to see that her father’s dark maroon Armstrong Siddeley was gone, only her sister Julia’s Morris 8...