The book store and the secret of the cursed queen

Once upon a time there was an evil wizard living in a land of great joy and happiness. The ruler of that land was not a king, it was a queen. A very kind queen with a love for...

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The Grandkids are here again!!!

I paint you this picture. Lush green grass and an empty paddock with beautiful flowers everywhere. Not another goat in sight. The bees are buzzing from one nectar pot to the next. They love this time of the year....

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The Queen and her Corgi. Living the high life of a Royal

Welcome to the high life of a Royal. In this case we have a look at the Queen herself. Being a Queen has its perks. I mean I can't contemplate what is going on behind those doors of the...

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The print room with an extra few zeros added

I don't mind working in an open office at all. It's only when someone has to print something. It sends my nerves into overdrive. That gentle "ping", indicating a plethora of annoying sounds to follow. There aren't too many...

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Sad to hear, so so sad.

Not many things bother me. Barely anything makes me sad. However, I get up in the morning and find that the coffee machine had a leak. It is terminal. Kaput. Not worth fixing. Gone to the recyclers. We had such...

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The tools, what are they up to when you’re not around?

It is 2 am and the illustration had to be finished but Marks eyes weren't working anymore. He was dead tired and wanted to go to be. He puts his tools down and turns off the lights. This is...

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Growing horns is a slow process for this little kid

There a lot of things growing fast around here. But it's not my horns. I have these tiny little stumps on my head and they just don't want to grow. I look at my dad over in the other...

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To hide within the texture, fun with Hannibal the octopus

You might wonder what texture has to do with this. We are in the vast areas of the worlds biggest oceans. There you find that you either eat or get eaten. Being able to blend in and even change...

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Red as red can be when the carrot stops

All the goats want is food. Red food, green food, yellow food, orange food. Food of all sorts. I love the little buggers and they give me great joy. But all they really care about is food. Sure after...

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Music to the ears, at least to some

Music. Some say it's lovely. Mum is one of them. To me and my brother and sister this is plain silly. Every year it's the same. Dad thinks there is something in the air that makes him sing. Mum...

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