Lost In Space

I lost my post. An hours worth of words.

My Seven Pillars of Wisdom that I didn't
leave on a train.

Where is it ?
Where is it !

It WASN"T automatically saved by blogger.

Monster Moths From Mars Ate My Past

For weeks, months, the house has been full of teeny silver moths
fluttering about their mothy business.

I found out their evil plot.

Opened an innocent looking army holdall.
In it I keep my collection of ethnic and historic textiles.
There is a long, indigo Gambian dress.
Bedouin embroidery.
Rajasthani mirror work.
An Afghan gold threaded table cover.
Tibetan woven apron.
My old bedroom curtains from when I was 6.
Some pieces of 1930's silk
Pieces of material that I just liked the pattern of.
Bits of Turkish kelim.
An Indian sari, block printed with vegetable
dye.

All ruined.

I unzipped the bag. A cloud of the little bastards
hit me in the face. There lay my shredded past
in a mass of frass and moths at every stage
of development. Vacated, gossamer cocoons,
grubs and full up, healthy looking, contented adults.

Well it was curtains for them - but not
as they knew it.
Yes this was definitely a lesson in letting go of worldly
objects. The transience of all things....
( which is why I think I gave up Textile Conservation
as a career several years ago.)

Anyway, I gave them Ariel hell in the Hotpoint.
Full voltage UV on the washing line. 

I don't care. I'll get over it. I've learnt the lesson.
But now I fear I may come back as a moth.

Ghost Jeans.......

.....In that if your ancestors were gold digging, jeans wearing pioneers
out west, you could inherit er, perhaps a liking for baked beans
or a tendency to fart.

Or if your distant desert forefathers had
given their lives to pyramid building, possibly
suffering scorching sun and a limited diet of beer and chicken
you might then be partial to chicken in a basket and half a
shandy on the veranda of your Marbella villa?
(With a dash of green eyeliner)

I was going to explain further and talk about past lives
and deja vu but my daughter just HAS to meet her friends
on Club Penguin. Sheesh maleesh...Now those Arctic
ancestors......

So if you want to know more you can. Just look up
'Epigenetics' and 'Ghost Genes'.

Go on then.

Join the Club

Club Penguin? Small girls chatting online to
men in their fifties called wozzle or flappit

We are now coughing up to virtually furnish
a virtual igloo and buy virtual petfood for virtual
pets. What madness is this?

Whatever happened to the Puffin Club?

The Potala Palace (not)

A  new term in the hallowed portals of learning.

In the cool, labrynthine depths of this temple to education,
young children are being schooled in life by wise, patient sages.
A mountain breeze wafts the sweet scent of sandalwood
through still, orderly rooms where peace and contemplation
pervade. Children sit calmly, alert to instruction from their
venerable elders......

A ragged croak breaks the silence. Could it be the cry of a
bald Eagle? Or perhaps a Snow Leopard on heat.

'How dare you talk in line!
Do that again and you'll be missing playtime for the rest
of the week.....'

Outside coloured prayer flags flutter like butterflies
on the bodhi tree
'..and whoever dropped that litter can stay in at break'

A football slams against the flyblown staffroom window.
' The year 6's are playing up again'.

The ancient stone architraves of this cliff top edifice
frame the ice capped purity of the sacred Kailash.
Below, voices. Students eloquently debating
a philosophical point......

' Oi minger! '
' Loser '
' Double loser '

'.for it is only by shedding our ego that we can realise
the illusory nature of existance..'

' Can of Red Bull dahn the park anyone? '

What do they teach them at school?

The Easter bunny is a genetically manipulated animal
with the the DNA of a hare, chicken, cow, cocoa bean
and sugar cane. A small, long eared mammal that lays
chocolate eggs.
Now what would happen if it escaped from the lab?

Short (very) story competition for 8 year olds and
over. Enter in comments.

Technoflop 3

Go away. Just get lost.
Why do these pictures not stay with their correct post?
Stop following me!