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It’s funny the things you stumble over walking in the woods sometimes. This little ramshackle hut – too small for anything really – except for a child’s playhouse. But where is the big house? Why would someone build a playhouse deep in the woods, where no child could possibly find their way back home? A bit Hansel & Gretel…
Thirteen used to be my lucky lucky number, ever since I was 7 and put a dime on the wheel at a church bazaar and it won - and I walked away with a cool $1.30 which was a considerable amount when you think a Nestlé's Crunch Bar cost five cents.
But I've got to rethink it... this year's been crap - troubles, illness, heartbreak... I'm half thinking those half-crazed Mayans might have been half right - though I don't half know about what.
Taking suggestions for sure-fire cures for angst, ennui, hospital stays, strict diets and other people. And any other good advice is always welcome.
Didn't get the palomino I was hoping for in 2012, definitely no Nestle's Crunch in 2013. What do I want from this year??? From the OTHER half of this year...
Titirangi Storyteller
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and is that a saucepan hanging on the side of it?
Helen Cherry
05/11/2012 at 12:39 am
Yes, that is indeed a saucepan. A real head-scratcher. It was not high enough for me to stand in. (I’m 5’6″.) and you might be able to put a chair in there, but no other furniture… Don’t know…
Titirangi Storyteller
05/11/2012 at 9:35 am
Something wicked about this. Would be great in a mystery novel . . .
poietes
20/12/2012 at 9:18 am
Indeed, something about a trap door… and a secret underground lair…
Titirangi Storyteller
28/12/2012 at 12:06 pm
But the saucepan–perhaps it was used to bludgeon someone?
poietes
29/12/2012 at 6:33 am
I hope it was a bad guy – don’t want to be rewriting The Lovely Bones here…
Titirangi Storyteller
29/12/2012 at 9:23 am