Jersey Tiger

Nobody did Buy My Books at the York Book Fair.  So I am reduced to hoping that somewhere, someone is reading (and enjoying) a shoplifted copy.  Apparently a German lady did stop and look at The Umbrellas of Hamelin, attracted by the title no doubt, which I do think is a good one.  But, as she may have found out from a quick read, the title story is not set in Hamelin  - the reference is to the Pied Piper, who lured children away.  In my story, it is not children the Piper is luring, it is middle-aged ladies. I was middle-aged when I wrote it.  

They are being lured by a very dangerous art installation. Or is it dangerous?  You will have to read it to find out.

Some of my fellow Fantastic authors did sell though, so that is the good news.  And those who bought their books will be in for a treat. And the Fantastic Board Game, Gorgon's Loch, did well too.

We chose a Jersey Tiger moth to end our 2025 Calendar in a blaze of colour.  Lovely moth, lovely name.  What thought and care and love Jehovah put into the earthly creation - as did Jesus, who worked alongside his Father as a master worker.

We have had some real stormy weather - wonderful waves on The Channel - and its raining Sunday morning as I start this blog.  I had to Zoom to the Kingdom Hall, and what a lovely meeting it was.  The public talk is one that I wish every single person in the world could have listened to.  At least I know that millions of us, the children of Adam, did hear it. 

I had thought, after my medical epic last week, that I could hope for a medical-issue free week... ha... once one is past one's sell by date, it seems there is no such thing.  I had to ask for a GP appointment, was seen on the same day, which I am grateful for (very) but also alarmed by, and I am now set for another scan.  Plus my powerful med arrives this week, the one that has to be signed for and refrigerated.

What a drain I feel I am on the NHS. And for sure if we lived in the world that the Theory of Evolution tells us we do, why?  Of what evolutionary use am I now?  

But, if what Genesis tells us about our origins is true, as I believe,  then I can still have an important work to do  - and hope to be getting on with it today.  And I certainly do not think "Well, I have had a good innings, my threescore years and ten then some, and I am ready to go", because I am not ready.  Not only do I not want to leave Captain Butterfly, but the older I get, the more fascinating and interesting the gift of life seems.  I want us to be together in the earthly paradise, to meet all those who are woken from the dreamless sleep of death - and to be there beyond the Thousand Years to see what wonderful things Jehovah has in store for us then.