The Lambshanks Redemption

It takes a big goddamn pot..... onions, potatoes, carrots, soaked chick peas, tomato paste & a few herbs & spices............. not forgetting the Lambshanks.

Time. It must be served.
If you want anything to be good it takes time.
[10,000 hours according to Mr. Gladwell. Guess how long it took him to figure that out?]

Pressure. Via vacuum or heat.

That's all. Time & Pressure.
And all will be redeemed

No Mail Intended

I went to my local Post Office, which is run by Hobbits in Middle Earth.
They had hand-painted signs for "National" & "Intentional" mail.
Intentional mail?!
What's that?, I pondered. For I do a lot of pondering these days.
Much too much for my own good really.
What's Intentional Mail?
And what's Unintentional Mail for that matter?
Now I am familiar with Unintentional Email... You know, the times you type off some pissy message then press send and then go: "Bugger! Should NEVER have sent that!"
But I'm not familiar with Unintentional Mail.
How does one go about sending that?
And how does it present itself in the recipient's letter box?
Does it hang limpy half-way through, going "hmmm don't think you really want this...."

The Smell of It

She gets up --------- late;
She showers --------- eventually
& dresses randomly;
She leaves her home late in the afternoon
& strolls in no particular direction;
She passes by many ------- seeing none;
She walks for miles ------ time passes
& darkness descends;
She finds herself on a bridge
& she stops;
She looks down at the raging current of water below -----

DEPRESSION by Kalvin Kline