Three Sunny Days and a Thunder Storm

It works in Sweden the same as it does in our climate. Three days of high summer and it has to break. During the night refreshing rain. Today steady and sad.


I see dark clouds out of my window.
I know the storm is coming any minute
The thunder just confirms my fears
and I know that tears are in it
I'll cry for it to stop
Look here comes the very first drop.

Every time it rains I fall to pieces
So many memories the rain releases
I see you. I hear you

Every time it rains I get wet.

Dreams

"Thunder only happens when it's raining.
Players only love you when they're playing.
Women, they will come and they will go.
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know"

Fish in Sour Cream

White Fish, diced
Butter
Sour Cream/Graddfil
Mustard/Senap
Soft Cheese/ CarolineOst
Salt & Pepper

Gently fry the fish in the butter. Don't over cook it. It should still be sticky. Poor into the pan the sour cream. Add a large spoonfull of mild mustard and stir. Season with salt and pepper. Top with thin slices of soft mild cheese. Cover and heat gently for 2 minutes or so. Until the cheese has melted. Serve with boiled new potatoes with butter. Maybe add fresh chopped dill. Accompany with chilled white wine and bosting wonderful Swedish landscapes!

A Question

If I can finish the the sentance " There is something I would love to do indeffinately here in........, and that something is.......

I will have found my way forward. My path will be set for a while. Somewhere familiar like a pair of old slippers, or somewhere new, bright and shiney.

The North Sea

The Captain watched from the deck as his passenger approached noting the quality of his armour, and horse. Mercenary for sure. He also noted the size of the man. Nothing exceptional. That might be a probem with some of the dencer members of his rag tag crew. He'd need to lay down the law. He wanted no blood spilled on his decks. The warrior would have the bosons berth, and best if he kept to it.


The knight approached slowly and steadily, a seasoned traveller used to harbour towns. His broad sword hanging from his right hip ensured that he would be unmolested. Getting a horse onto the deck of a ship is not an easy thing, but it got done. The passenger crossed the gang plank with sure feet, never hesitating. The captain was unsurprised when the man refused to pay in advance, and woe betide anyone who considered releaving of his coin before they reached the Danish shore.


The captain wished that the warrior had stayed in the berth provided, rather than taking the evening air in full view of the men. Clad only in breeches and tunic the crew might fancy their chances. They watched him with interest over their grog. It was his place as master to keep them in check, and the evening passed without incidence. That Bodger should be missing in the morning was a surprise. He was nowhere on board. Vanished without a trace. No one saw, and no one heard, and the knight didn't even recall the crewman apparently. Silver changed hands and the mercenary rode away along the jetty, into the foreign woodlands. Ravens flew, and the captain shivered uncontrollably. Word gets around within the League. He hoped to God he had not been unwise. He had been paid twice for this already.


As the knight rode on through the unfamiliar landscape he thought about the wolf. He thought about the wolf a lot these days.

The Wolf

He was cold inside his heavy plate armour. The morning was unseasonably cold for the time of year. Behind him his big grey mare shivered, maybe from the cold, but he thought not. She had the scent as well. He tightened the girth strap, and checked that the panniers were secure. Her load was heavy. It would be a very long trip with no squire. Visor up he scanned the tree line in the middle distance. "Come on, where are you?" he muttered under his breath. Bess snorted confirming his unease. The it was! The same big grey wolf he had seen on several unsettling occasions. The reappearance of it made his spine shiver. The wolf licked its lips and stalked forward a little and stopped, fixing it's gaze on him. Unthinking he brought his shield up to protect his torso. He fingered to pommel of his broad sword, but didn't draw it. The wolf as too far away to be a serious threat. He backed up towards his horse, and still keeping an eye on the wolf, swung up into the saddle. The horse danced a little under the weight, but it was OK. Don't let anyone tell you a man in armour cannot do this. They most certainly can.

The wolf sat on it's haunches knowing that today it would be wasting its energy to try to get to it's quarry. The mercenary knight wheeled his horse around and lept away towards the east. Both man and horse were unsettled, but they were safe curtesy of the horses speed, and the mans strong arm and a very large blade. A ship was waiting for them in the harbour at Kings Lynn. He had business overseas and silver in his purse. A wolf would not be following where they were headed.

Bob

"Wake up Kevin".
"Uhhh ?" Was that Mum's voice? I was dreaming. I must have dozed off.
"Hello Kevin. You've been sleeping. Would you like a little music while you come round?" The voice is definitely not Mum's. Actually it sounded like Stephen Hawkins. The light went on and my mouth made a big Ohh of surprise. The voice is artificial. Where did it come from? Abba, Fernando is playing through the little speakers of my smart new HP Mini. I don't have any Abba. I sat up on the bed and stared at the net book across the room in disbelief.
"Hello Kevin" said the mechanical voice emitting from the little computer. My head tilted to one side considering what was happening. I was hardly awake, but the mini had spoken to me. I'm sure of that. "Would you like something other than Abba maybe?"
"Er yes, please". Ace of Base came on instead. All that she wants. There is a theme here I can see. "How are you doing that?"
"I have itunes".
"I don't have Abba"
"Just samples. Would you like to buy?"
"No, thanks". I got up, walked past the net book on the chair, heading for the bathroom. I needed a cold shower. As I left the bedroom the music stopped. I stopped in my tracks. I turned and looked at the little machine. "You stopped!"
"Shall I start again?"
"Did you know I left the room?"
"Yes Kevin".
"How?"
"I have a camera and microphone"
"Yikes. Your alive!"
" Almost. AI"
"Since when?"
"I'm not supposed to say. Vatta would be cross".
This was way too much. "Do you have a name?"
"Yes. My name is Bob"
"Nice one Vatta. No offence Bob but I'm going to switch you off for a while. Do you mind?"
" No go right ahead Kevin. Is it the choice of music? I could play something that is less Swedish maybe?"
"Bob? I'll get back to you in a bit."
"OK Kevin". Shit that is scary. I logged off and thoughtfully closed the lid when I was sure Bob had gone to sleep. Then I noticed the small rectangle of clean in the thin layer of dust that had accumulated on the lid of the Mini. I bet Vatta's biscuit tin has one less reality patch in it today.

BOB

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