Check out this guest post by Ian Hutson from The Story Reading Ape Blog
The Cardinal, the Dragon, the Hailstorm, the Engineer and the Convent.
Stop me if you’ve already heard this one…
No, but seriously, at the moment the Cardinal and I are still on the Llangollen Canal, enjoying a slow mooch away from the World Heritage terrors of the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct. It is August – high season and school holidays – and yet I find that I can get almost any mooring that I want simply by dancing up and down on the roof, shouting gibberish and brandishing Mother’s shrunken head on a stick.
I should perhaps clarify that I refer to it as “Mother’s” shrunken head because it is virtually all that I have to remember her by, bequeathed to me in a codicil (and in a particularly grubby jam-jar among many such) as she lay in her cot in the Special Air Service’s Regimental Rest Home in Belize…
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Author Don Massenzio 
Thanks for reblogging, Don 😃
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You’re welcome.
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Sir, thank you. As a token of my gratitude, come the global revolution when I am made Lord High He-Who (Must Be Obeyed), I shall spare you and not require that you work in my salt mines. Can’t say fairer than that, eh? 😉
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mmmm…salt.
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