Carpe Diem (aka Non Illegitmae Carborundum)
WELCOME TO THE DISORGANISED thoughts of a happy soul.
I have a black belt in Babble but you can't ignore my lack of style—you'll love it or hate it: there's no half-measures.

Help yourself to 'BELINDA' (a Valkyrie) and/or 'WANDA' (a sweetie) if you want light-hearted free fiction. (Or not, there's no compulsion ...)

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   Occasionally something to good not to share pops into my in-box and I twitch until I've finally spread it around.  This fresh in just this morning is one of them:  ===== WHAT...

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In with tonight's mail—Dear Tech Support,Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slow down in overall system performance, particularly in the flower...

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    It's finally happened.   I always thought that "Man, mighty hunter" was indefatigable?  That no mere Adam's Rib (guileful and wileful as they have often proven themselves...

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Yesterday the Spouse and I went to Queenstown.  We'd planned on going for ages but when it came to the crunch, the night before we decided 'to heck with it'.  The sword outwears the...

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  Yesterday was our wedding anniversary so I've taken a week off to honour it.  We feel we've earned it, too; Saturday night bade well for a frost — I checked the web, maps, reports,...

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    As a child I used to love Bounty bars.  Choccie outside, grated coconut inside and a slightly soapy taste; a bit hard to get but they were heaven in a wrapper. Maybe it was all...

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   Dogs.  People.  Bonding.  There is much anecdotal evidence that dogs form tight bonds with their owners, almost (if we are to believe) bordering on the telepathic.   I was discussing...

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   Advancing antiquity, or a human mind busy on all levels?  You be the judge, meanwhile I'll just carry on with this paintbrush ... A few years ago we invested in some paint, I was...

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   There are many ways to describe the act of eating one of The Spouse's chocolate cakes.  At the risk of being considered crass, the only word approaching accuracy is 'orgasmic'. ...

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   The spiders were winning.  Hands down, if I may be permitted to say so; in a war I fight single-handedly against myriad tiny foes each of whom outnumbers me four times.    Until...

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   Yesterday Spouse and I went to Invercargill Park to catch the Gypsy Fair.  The day was one out of the bag, clear and bright and quite unlike the too-autumnal weather we've been having...

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  Winton, Southland:  today is Garage Sale Day! Eagerly awaited a whole year since the last one, and although reduced in oomph by the weather it was still excellent value.  People...

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  Happy Sunday!  We've just had lunch and desperately feel the need to share.  But first. let me recap: For years we've been off bacon.  Unable to find a good one and looking askance...

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   We Southerners — I am one now, done the time, qualified — are a bit territorial and somewhat suspicious of northerners. For that matter of migrants of any ilk and especially anyone...

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  Our roses are out!  Some of them; they've been swarming all over their trellisey things, along the fences, and even poking tentative feelers in any window open wide enough to admit...

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  Being an insomniac (insomaniac? Yes — it is maddening) can be a mixed blessing.  We insomaniacs sleep but lightly so of course the deafening thud thud thud splat* woke me from an...

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  Occasionally something crosses my electronic threshold and it rings my bell — my compliments to the unknown creator of this one:=====To the citizens of the United States of America...

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  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT The halls of Asgard echoed to the three day wake, a party without peer in the history of the known universe.  The Lady Valerie was wined and dined and feted...

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  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Katrina stared at the empty office, wondering why Odin’s ravens were so damned insistent.  Belinda was out somewhere, not in the office, she hadn’t been seen...

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   CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR‘Belinda! Thank heavens y’ back, Lass.’‘Problems?’  Belinda flopped into the seat, wishing she’d at least had time to down a couple of horns before the troubles...

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   CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO She’d briefly considered going in-the-flesh but that would take far too long.  Things were now moving fast; taking a lifetime out to be born, learn to walk, grow...

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 CHAPTER THIRTY‘Agnetha, you sent for me?’ Belinda was ill at ease on Odin’s carpet with Agnetha behind Odin’s desk instead of the familiar bearded Chief. Agnetha put down the quill...

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  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTSleipnir loitered over the burning city in a holding pattern, lazily circling in the morning clouds and the columns of rising smoke. He occasionally sidestepped...

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   CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX Belinda shivered. She shouldn’t be here. This was one of Odin’s no-no’s, in fact, the very worst.  As unexpectedly indulgent as he had often proved to be, benign,...

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR‘You’re what? Taking my horse?’Belinda glared at Odin, she felt the sharp return glare and sat down again. Her sudden movements wobbled the desk and freshly spilled...

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEThe thousands of stalls that made up the stables were impressive but it was the tornado that drew her eye. It was only as she got closer that she realised the relentless...

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  CHAPTER NINETEEN ‘Boss’s orders, Belinda.  No more assistance of any kind till further notice — what on earth did you do that made him so grumpy?’  Katrina gave her the cynical look...

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  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN‘You’re not dead!’  The gatekeeper ogled and goggled, the list of the day’s expected arrivals forgotten in his hand.’You are, though,’ Belinda said brightly. ‘But...

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  CHAPTER FIFTEEN              ‘Why me, Lass? Wouldn’t y’ be better t’ be asking Achilles?’ The man with the great black beard and twinkling eyes stared down at Belinda with good humour....

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  CHAPTER THIRTEEN‘Shush, it’s me — keep quiet, please.’Wide blue eyes stared up from the pillow, muffled sounds came from under Belinda’s hand on Sondra’s mouth.Belinda took her...