Morning commute

Misty dawn

Not the best day I've ever had and out of ideas so just a pic this time with hoping the sky clears soon.

On the lookout

for spring, perhaps?

Wanted

If anyone happens to stumble across my muse, please tell her gently to return home. She's a bit extravagant but shy and speaks English with a foreign accent. She hates to work hard and is a natural procrastinator. She is capable of making up all kinds of excuses just to avoid doing something she is not fond of. However, there's little she wouldn't do for a tablet of good dark chocolate.

Three Word Thursday #4

I didn't intend to use all the previous words in this challenge but somehow they just fit in.

Here we go again...

"Listen to this: 'Della String's last night zither concert before a paucity of audience was an isangelous experience. One of the visitors went as far as to say the music had been so overwhelming it had led to his temporary apanthropinisation...' Blah blah blah, what a load of bollocks! Some third-class scribe picked up a few fancy words and now thinks he can impress the volgivagant masses who read this opprobrious casuistry. And he probably thinks how perspicacious he is, too. I bet 99 out of 100 readers have no idea what this so called article is about! If 100 people will have read this drivel at all, that is."

"But, darling... Della's music is beautiful. There's no need to be so cynical about it. It's not her fault you didn't get the job at The Olympus."

"Cynical, me? You should have been standing in front of that paper's editorial board! Now that's a cynicocratical lot if I ever saw one."

"But... but, they had a reason to be. Just think of the fracas you caused at that numismatics exhibition you were sent to cover for your trial assignment."

"It wasn't my fault. It was all because of that, that... woman! I remember her approaching me while the theme from The Third Man had been blaring from the loudspeakers. She stopped right in front of me and accused me of being a quondam thief who stole her priceless jewels some 30 years ago. I tried to withdraw but...what could I do when the alarms went off and all hell broke loose after I had tripped and landed headlong in one of those highly secured vitrines. Of course the security seized me immediately and handed me over to the police and I was kept in detention for days before it was ascertained all the pieces of the collection were in place and I was cleared of the accusations."

"I know, I know... Still, one can understand why the paper wouldn't hire you. The article you presented was quite different from what they expected."

"It was an ace piece of writing and they had the audacity to smirk at it. And - imagine this - they said they didn't want to have anything to do with someone who couldn't mind their Ps and Qs. But next thing they do is hire that Barry Simpleton who couldn't even spell my name correctly when he wrote about that jewellery theft from 30 years ago. I may have a different name and a different face but that's a grudge i can't forget so easily."

Come, take a break...

Sings of spring

at last!