WYSIWYG

What You See Is What You Get. This is a journal blog, an explore-blog, a bit of this and that blog. Sharing where the mood takes me. Perhaps it will take you too.

Menosukhi continues...

Some of you may have followed the tubular link yesterday - even if you did, I am sure you won't mind seeing this again...



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*knock knock knock knock... is this thing on?...*

Coo-coo....*cough*... Failte gu Alba!

Oh the indignity!
It is eye I, Brom from Norway, who got all pushed into a box and sent off without word of destination or any such... I could not help but draw compawrisons with a certain London-bound bear from Brazil Peru. 'Cept I don't have a red hat or a yellow coat. No, but I do have an orange cloak... and apparently some other clothes were wrapped up in this cardboard incarcerator too.

Not only that, there were meeses; more of those critters which Mara makes. There was L003 "Loother", S016 "Soxee", S021 "Sadhu" and S026 "Stix". Loother was an immediate hit with Looie, who had been feeling a tad lonely. I could hear a lot of "oooohhhing" and "aaawwwwwing" and even some crying as they were pulled out of the box.

... and then.... AND THEN......
I was hauled out too. Well pawhaps I dramatise. I was lifted rather gently and lovingly from within the paper wrapping and then hugged tightly and heard some more crying. WTB???!!!! Who wuz this wummin??? It wasn't my Mara, but I also didn't feel scared. Well, I wouldn't. I'm a bear after all, and a Viking bear at that.

Once she held me away from her and I could get my beady eye trained upon her I realised we had met before. It was YAM-aunty and I now guessed I was in the Bonny Land for a visit with her! Things took an upwards turn when the promised golden pillow was prepared for me to lie upon - and then the 'wardrobe' was revealed. My kilt and sporran (natch) - and an apron. It seems we are to be busy with some cooking. There was a hiccup - the passport wasn't with... hope it arrives soon. YAM-aunty has promised me there will be adventure and fun and I need that passport. It seems I am to meet some new peeps, see some different places, take up a new hobby... and get involved with some eff-words.


...Eff-words??? Should I be worried???

Tsk, no Brom; FFF = Final Friday Fiction.

Oh. That's alright then. I think...

So here I am and off I go into a brave new adventure; I'll be repawting back at some point in the not so distant future.

Ha Det... errrr... cheery-bye the noo!



7 comments:

  1. Her knitted mice are adorable.

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  2. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my word Brom yay you and Oh don't you just love Yam Aunty.. she gives the best hugs
    Madi and Mom your bfffs

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  3. Shhh but I have two mice as holiday gifts for my niece and nephew!
    I LOVE Gobi's story!

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  4. the mama would sell her soul for such a mighty fine mouse... but I have some doubts that she makes some green papers with that things heheh

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  5. Pfew! Good to know he arrived safely. We are all hoping he has a great holiday with you.

    A big klem from all of us: Mara, Miss Oswin and Mouse from Norway

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  6. Welcome to Brom! We can't wait to see what adventures she will find! Maybe she will meet Gobi?? Mom said she finished the book yesterday (only took 2 days). She said it was a quick read and held her interest!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  7. Hello, Brom. glad for your safe arrival along with all the mice, too. what fun travelling companions. And now to see Antie YAM!

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