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Smorgasbord Blog Magazine -Weekly Round Up – Josh Groban, Legendary Irises, Lucious Lamb and Shark Diving!

What a weekly roundup…I have been awed, laughed and loved all of these posts…Enjoy!

Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life

Welcome to the round up of posts you might have missed. Another week of beautiful weather here and apart from taking time out to sit and read in the sunshine…David has been removing the stumps left after the tree felling last summer, so that we can lay a lawn. It will change the whole aspect of the front garden. We then have wall repairs and new fencing and another major job off the list. We have been in the house two years next week and it has certainly been an amazing time. The biggest problem with renovating a property here in Ireland is the weather, especially for the outside work. Hats off to the tradespeople who have to contend with all the time.

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Delighted to welcome author D.G. Kaye (Debby Gies) as the latest regular contributor to the blog. I am sure many of you will have enjoyed Debby’s…

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Retired No One Told Me! …Weekly roundup… The Pink Ape, Limestone Karst and Obesity…

Retired No On Told Me! Weekly Roundup

Welcome to my weekly roundup which I hope you are enjoying so get your favourite cuppa, sit down put your feet up and enjoy.

This week we are starting with a fruit which many of you are not familiar with the Pomelo fruit…much larger than the grapefruit but very similar just without the bitterness and one which makes a lovely salad.

Pomelo Salad

https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/06/01/fruity-fridays-pomelo/

Next, we have The Charade which is a tale of mystery and intrigue the plot of which is being published chapter by chapter. Co-written with the lovely Steph ( SC Richmond) who you may be familiar with …Can I ask that you all say a little prayer for her as things are tough for her at the moment and she could do with some TLC.

https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/06/01/the-charade-chapter-21/

Moving on I have taken you for a trip around some of my favourite London Markets.

London Markets

https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/06/02/london-the-markets-covent-garden-and-more/

After my favourite markets what could be more fitting than some street food…The Best of British…Pie, Mash and Liquor….Stewed eels anyone ???

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https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/06/03/the-best-of-british-pie-mash-and-liquor/

Then it is a little tale about my experience of eating my first Salt Water Taffy and experience which I do not particularly want to repeat it was nothing to write home about but write about it I did..very unremarkable.

Salt Water Taffy( 3)

https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/06/04/salt-water-taffy-by-carol-ann-taylor/

It was then the turn of the USA and my trawl through some countries which we are all familiar with and their place on an obesity chart… I couldn’t help myself … I had a little rant…I really am not a fan of greedy manufacturers and governments and I think I may well have expressed my displeasure just a tad…

https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/06/05/healthy-eatingno-more-dietsobesity-around-the-world-the-us/

After all that exertion I took you on a long tail boat ride to a lovely Sea Gypsy Village in Thailand. the beautiful village of Koh Panyee.

houses on stilts Koh Panyee

https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/06/06/travel-thailand-the-beautiful-sea-gypsy-village-of-koh-panyee/

It was then over to my weekly cookery column over at Sally’s and this week it was my favourite Lamb dishes…

https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2018/06/06/smorgasbord-blog-magazine-the-cookery-and-food-column-with-carol-taylor-lucious-lamb/

Finally, it was another story from my archives The Pink Ape one of my favourites little stories and one I really enjoyed writing…I do hope you enjoy it also please let me know what you think…

The Pink Ape

https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/06/07/the-pink-ape-by-carol-ann-taylor/

That’s all for now until tomorrow when it is Fruity Fridays…Will it be another exotic fruit or will it be a familiar favourite????

If you enjoyed this post then please reblog  or share on your social media x

If you still want to see even more from me???? Although I am a crazy English lady with a quirky sense of humour…Then I have added some links below xx

Connect to Carol( Moi)

Blog: https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/

Twitterhttps://twitter.com/TheRealCarolT

Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/carol.taylor.1422

Pinterest ( 1): https://www.pinterest.com/caroltaylor56/pins/

Until  next time x

The Pink Ape by Carol Ann Taylor.

The Pink Ape

While attending a writers retreat we were sometimes given prompts and 25 minutes to write:  This story comes from one such prompt we were asked to pick three pieces of paper just like a lucky dip and the 3 words were our prompts… Mine was Uruguay, Retired Prostitute and Gracious. These were my first prompts for the second I received “Who is that colourful character.” which was another prompt to be written on the return from our trip which was to Koh Panyee a village floating on the water, supported on bamboo stilts.

For my colourful character, I chose a fictional Pink ape and decided I would merge the two stories into one as he seemed to take a life all of his own…

The Pink Ape.

Prompt: Uruguay, Retired Prostitute and gracious.

 

Greta was en-route from Uruguay after a particularly arduous, fruitless trek through the forest lands bordering the Uruguay River on yet another frustrating excursion. No Pink Ape anywhere to be seen.

Ever since Greta had read an article in a wildlife magazine about Jungle Jim and his search for the Pink Ape she had fantasized that she would be the first to find him. Jungle Jim’s father had spotted and nearly captured The Pink Ape in the early 50’s and it was on one such expedition that his father had disappeared without a trace.

As soon as Jungle Jim finished his schooling he packed his rucksack and started his search, hoping to find his father and the Pink Ape.

Since reading this Greta had contacted Jungle Jim and had been funding his trips ever since.

It was now becoming an expensive pastime or indeed Greta was in her own words becoming obsessed; intent on being the first person to find a Pink Ape.

Jungle Jim though appeared to be on a mission, which involved relieving her of her hard-earned cash as fast as he could. Time after time she found herself on another wild goose chase.

Greta gracious to the last could not get angry with Jim but her ever-decreasing bank balance was plummeting downwards at great speed.

Bump! The plane landed. Walking across the hot, melting tarmac, the sun blazing down she saw Jungle Jim waiting.

“Greta, I have another great lead, this one’s a dead cert.”

“Come on Jim, no more, I have no funds left for another trip.”

“This one’s kosher, a definite sighting.”

Greta sighed….A Pink Ape.

The widow of one of the world’s richest men and now it was all but gone on her quest. Greta, however, was not one to give up.

Imagine the headline…..Widow of John. D. Rockingchair finds elusive “Pink Ape”

The ringing of her phone interrupted her thoughts “Hello”…she listened…sighed….” How much? Where?”

One must do what one must to find the Pink Ape, she thought.

To be continued:

The Pink Ape ( Part Two)

Prompt: Who is that colourful character.

 

Shelving her quest for a while Greta decided to join a group of friends on a Writers Retreat for some much-needed relaxation and writing.

Annie the host had organized trips out and other innovative ways of stretching their imaginations. It worked. The little band of scribes wrote, the words flowing from their pens.

The writers had a workshop on the beach,  watched slides, picked words from an envelope, closed their eyes and stabbed their fingers to somewhere randomly on a map. All of this inspired the writers to write and write they did with abandon.

One day Greta and her writer friends were going to Koh Panyee a village floating on the sea, the houses supported on bamboo stilts, another inspirational trip.

The day began with yoga and breakfast, Greta’s was a Thai omelette and a fruit platter,  soon it was time to go.

A slightly overcast day, grey and black clouds chasing each other across the sky as the writers set off on another adventure, a trip to get their thoughts flowing, exciting, so much fun. Into the bus, they clambered chattering away like magpies.

Soon they arrived at Sarasin Bridge, through the checkpoint, leaving the island of Phuket behind. Our tour guide Toon told tales of lovers who jumped into those waters many years ago. A story of forbidden love ending tragically is the bridges most legendary love story.

Just as in that other famous tale of forbidden love, Romeo & Juliet, the lovers made their way to Sarasin Bridge and with a loincloth, they tethered themselves to each other, one last emotional clinch and they jumped. When their bodies were finally recovered, it is said that they were still locked in their deathly embrace.

Arriving at the port the writers alighted from the bus, trooped across the dusty road, a quick wee and some impromptu hat shopping. Time to go, some climbing awkwardly, particularly Greta, onto the boat, ready for the journey, away they chugged, spray refreshing on their faces; towards their destination.

Calm and peaceful they passed imposing limestone karst rising majestically out of the emerald green sea; on the opposite banks, a total contrast, and Mango swamps eerie but beautiful. Greta shivered involuntarily imagining snakes and who knows what else lurking within. Maybe even a Pink Ape.

Suddenly the village appeared, brightly coloured shacks mixing with others, weathered and worn. Wandering through little Soi’s delighting at the beautiful pearls fashioned into necklaces, bracelets and earrings, dried fish, spicy, sweet mixes, wooden carvings of elephants. Those frogs that made a croaking sound when you ran the stick down its back, beautiful batik lovingly fashioned, much to see and delight at.

Amongst it all daily life meandered slowly alongside, men mending fishing nets, old ladies asleep in the doorways of their house or chattering in little groups, small boys laughing and swimming in the murky water below us, while Greta just imagined what dangers lurked in those same waters.

What was that? A quick movement had caught her eye, was that a flash of pink?

Greta turned. Nothing!

The air hot, humid; Greta’s need for water and sustenance was now a must, Greta made her way over uneven boards to a small restaurant to join her fellow writers. Plate after plate of delicious food was carried out to their table by a smiling Thai lady.

Tummy’s full of curried crab, prawns, fried rice and morning-glory, fingers smelling of that curry, but, Oh, What fun to eat.

Sadly, the time had come to leave this village floating on bamboo poles; rain which had threatened to fall all day finally came down. Moving inside the restaurant to escape the downpour the gang of scribe’s… people watched and dreamed of what they would write. Suddenly a small child unable to get his way erupted…what a tantrum, his mother tried to reason with him, that didn’t work and then exasperated she smacked him…Did he stop? Oh No!

He was in full flight.

Along came daddy, picked him up and cuddled him. Mum’s face was a picture and one which those of us with children could relate too…Oh Yes!

The rain had eased, into the boat they climbed, tired, ready for the journey home. Skillfully navigating the receding waters, the long tail boat moved swiftly with its now familiar chugging sound, they were homeward bound.

How busy this channel was now, lots of boats backwards and forwards, happy tourists, waving at all and sundry.

The tide now low, exposed the roots of the mangroves, creepy and beautiful.

Settling back, totally relaxed… A flash of pink caught Greta’s eye.

Sitting, waving from a gnarled branch was Jungle Jim the ever elusive Pink Ape draped around his neck!

The End.

I hope you enjoyed my tale about the Pink Ape if so please consider reblogging or sharing.

If you still want to see even more from me???? Although I am a crazy English lady with a quirky sense of humour…Then I have added some links below xx

Connect to Carol( Moi)

Blog: https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/

Twitterhttps://twitter.com/TheRealCarolT

Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/carol.taylor.1422

Pinterest ( 1): https://www.pinterest.com/caroltaylor56/pins/

Until  next time x

 

The Charade – Chapter 21

The plot thickens…Carl is not so brave as we first thought or so clever…

S C Richmond

Chapter 21

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Carl stood in the darkened room, she was getting feisty, a month ago she wouldn’t have said boo to him and now she was standing her ground. He liked that, it was more of a challenge. He was looking forward to what she had to say to him when she came round. He hadn’t found the necklace in her room, he had looked but to no avail, this job wasn’t going to be as easy as he had initially thought. He watched her as she slept, the rhythm of her shallow breathing calmed him and he found her strangely attractive.

Meanwhile less than a mile away from Carl’s rented room, Mr Joseph Peasbody was pacing around his hallway, worried half to death about where the girl had disappeared to, he had promised Robert he would keep her safe and now he had lost her. He was confused she…

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The Charade – Chapter 20

The plot thickens…

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S C Richmond

Chapter 20

By Carol Taylor

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The girl was angry, angrier than she had been for a long time… Carl’s eyes had given him away she had seen the real him. Instead of being scared though she was angry it seemed like everyone she knew was keeping things from her or trying to get something from her…Why?

Lost in her thoughts she realised she was standing in front of the door where she was staying and a kind looking man was smiling at her.

“Did you have nice walk? The weather is lovely isn’t it? Come in, Come in you must be hungry.” She followed the man into the dining room where there was a lovely table set with a beautiful white cloth and some very pretty flowers. “Sit down my dear …I will ring Jenny to bring in breakfast…”

Within a few minutes a smiling girl appeared carrying a beautiful…

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Retired No One Told Me! Weekly Roundup…Apples, Crispy Crackling and Mr M…

 

Weekly Roundup Retired no one told me! 17th May

Welcome to this weeks roundup of posts…As from this week, it will only contain posts from Retired No one told me…I have decided I am only going to run one blog…It is too much and I am not getting time to write as much as I would like so I have decided not to renew the domain forthwith.

First, out of the starting blocks, this week was my interview x 20 questions with the lovely Esme… from The Recipe Hunter…If you really want to know more about me then head over and have a read… I am sure it will be enlightening…haha

https://cookandenjoyrecipes.wordpress.com/2018/05/11/interview-with-carol-taylor-from-retired-no-one-told-me/

Fruity Fridays…

I thought I would showcase the Apple as although the apple is very popular I also think it is slightly taken for granted as a fruit.

Carol cooks! (1) Apples Collage

I absolutely love seeing the trees covered in the apple blossom …don’t you?

https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/05/12/fruity-fridays-apples/ 

It then was the turn of one of the attractions for which Thailand is known for and that is the beautiful temples …

Wat Pa Phu Kon (27)

https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/05/13/must-see-thai-temples/

Then I reblogged an interview with a man who needs no introduction…The one and only Mr M… a man who always supports us and is a true gentleman.

christmastime mr M

https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2018/05/13/the-smorgasbord-sunday-interview-getting-to-know-you-the-militant-negro/

Obesity which is a worldwide problem and it seems to be one which is more prevalent in the western world due to many lifestyle factors…Little or no exercise, eating too much processed foods, sugars, salt and fast foods, eating on the go or sitting in front of the TV all day because the countries which eat their meals together, cook from scratch and walk instead of driving have a much lower incidence of obesity.

https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/05/15/healthy-eatingno-more-dietsobesity-around-the-world-canada/

Travel Thailand and the tradition of weaving …Weaving is still carried out often under the houses and the skill passed down through the generations is still going strong…We were lucky to discover a lady weaving on her loom under her house who allowed us to take photos…I just love it when we are out and about and chance upon a scene like this it makes it all the more special.

lady weaving

https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/05/16/travel-thailand-the-ancient-art-of-weaving-thai-silk/

It was then over to Sally’s where I can indulge my love of cooking… I also forgot …Did anyone notice? To add the picture of the crackling …so here it is…showing the bit I burnt as well… Yes, I burn things quite regularly…

Cooked Pork Loin

https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2018/05/16/smorgasbord-blog-magazine-the-cookery-and-food-column-with-carol-taylor-pork-perfect/

Lastly, we have another chapter of The Charade….have you been following it???

https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/2018/05/16/the-charade-2/

Want to see more from me???? I am a crazy English lady with a quirky sense of humour…Still, want to see more from me???

Connect to Carol( Moi)

Blog: https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/

Twitterhttps://twitter.com/TheRealCarolT

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Until next time when it will be Fruity Friday..what fruit will I showcase ??? Well, you will have to be there to find out so if you haven’t already subscribed to my posts then to continue to see what my topic of conversation is  then please subscribe to my posts… See you soon xxx

 

 

 

The Charade

That poor girl…All she wants is answers to her questions…Who is she? Where did she come from? Who is William? What’s Mr James not telling her? What does Carl want and why? So many questions…

 

via The Charade – Chapter 16