Reblogged from Jim Webster, aka Tallis Steelyard:
It has to be said that Laxey and I were perhaps a little too pleased with ourselves over the building jobs we’d tackled. To be fair I think that we’d made a worthy attempt at the jobs and had saved the Shrine the handful of silver it would have cost to have the job done properly by competent tradesmen. Mind you, these skills weren’t the sort of thing I flaunted with my patrons as I didn’t want them getting ideas. There is a limit to what a lady should feel she can ask of her poet. It’s bad enough being expected to rescue them from the results of their infidelities, or find suitable spouses for their offspring (who are quite capable of finding entirely suitable, or unsuitable spouses form themselves) without being expected to go up onto the roof to fix the tiles as well.
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Virtually no protagonists were injured in the writing of this story 😉
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I like the qualifier 😉
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Life is safer with a few qualifiers 😉
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But not always as much fun 😉
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which is entirely true. Who needs safety when there are ladders to play with and windows to wall up 😉
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It makes life interesting…and occasionally fragile 😉
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tread delicately 🙂
As Dorothy Parker said
“Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp;
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live. “
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A wise lady 😉
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Yes she spoke a lot of truth in a bitter but witty way
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And is justly remembered for doing so.
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Justly celebrated
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Love the story! Thank you for sharing. Michael
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I always enjoy Jim’s work 🙂
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