Let the pigeons loose

When we left the last psychotic episode of Emmeline, the twins, the peeler and the virgin were heading for the Abyss to seek out the Companion. However the Elder knows what danger awaits them….

“If you do not know it is not for me to tell you.”

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Rinalda stiffened her spine. She would not let Emmeline or the twins defeat her so easily. She may be inexperienced but she was their equal.
“One thing before we go on. We have to be aware of the Pit Keel.”

Emmeline swore softly. “Damn it. I thought they no longer existed.” This was the last thing she wanted to hear.

“What is a Pit Keel?” Rafe was wary of the women’s concern.

The two women exchanged incredulous looks.

“This ignorance will make it hard for us.” As gorgeous as the twins were they were a liability that Emmeline did not need.

The twins looked at the women in confusion.

“The Pit Keel confuses the mind of mortals with its song of seduction.” Rinalda sighed. Men got confused so easily by lust.

“It feeds on sex.” Hmmm…sex. Emmeline’s eyes lingered on Shade. She shook her head and tried to focus. Think bugle not bulge.

Shade smiled widely at her as if reading her thoughts. He ran his hand softly along her arm.

“Back off fang boy!” Emmeline’s own voice shocked her with its harsh sound of panic. She had to get a grip. Sex was not going to save them. “The Pit Keel’s song only works if you allow it and we’re not going to allow.” She pulled out the bugle out of her backpack.

“You have to admit one day how you feel Emmeline.” Shade looked at her knowingly. “What happened back at…”

“…was a momentary laspe.”

“This is cute but we don’t have time for this.” Rinalda pointed out. “Put that bugle to your lips and blow.”

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Woo hoo! I have my rain water tank! I had to wait 5 months to get it but I am now the proud owner of a 3300 litre mist green rain water tank that is attached to the side of the house. Now all we need is rain. I know it will come. I believe the cosmos was just waiting for Amarinda Jones to get the tank finally installed and now it will bucket down. I expect rain tonight. None is forecast but I have faith. I know as soon as it rains I will race outside in the dark in my pjs with a torch and look eagerly at the tank. No, it’s not transparent. How will I know how much water there is? Well I won’t. The thing is any water it in will be excellent as it’s as dry as a goat's knee at the moment. I even bought a ‘tank water in use sign’ for the front gate. I am very optimistic. I am also aware that anyone seen dragging buckets of water around the garden without a bloody good reason will get reported to the local council as a water waster – as they should. Hence the sign. Water is the biggest topic there is here at the moment. Aussies start of conversations with “Did you get any rain?” Or “Isn’t it dry?” We eagerly check the dam levels and we congratulate ourselves when we reach 130 litres a day per person. When it rains and the land goes back to normal – which it will – history proves that – I hope we actually learn and maintain the lesson from this. Water is liquid gold.

Tomorrow is a public holiday in Brisbane or Bris-vegas as the locals call it. It’s people's day at the Ekka - the Royal Brisbane Exhibition if you would be all high falutin' about it. Why do we call it the Ekka? Well Aussies like to shorten everything. We are laid back casual people. We don’t stress and we don’t worry about proper titles for things – hence the Ekka. The local Council tried to make everyone call it the Royal Exhibition but they gave up as the general consensus was 'bugger off - it's the bloody Ekka - there's nothing royal about it mate' . So what is the Ekka? It’s the local show where there are carnival rides, side show alleys, livestock type things (no, I am not a country girl) and baking and sewing competitions. Good old fashioned stuff that does not require Ipods. There is fairy floss(cotton candy) and revolting things called dagwood dogs (battered hot dogs on sticks – my eye twitches just thinking about it). But the thing is people have fun doing simple things. Remember when simple was in? I won't be going to the Ekka but I am thrilled to have the day off work.

I may have upset people at work today. Okay, I did upset people at work today. Why? Well I was handed an updated employment contract by the head honcho and it was wrong, wrong, wrong. Being the shy, retiring type I am I calmly told them it was incorrect 'and I have marked where and what it should say so please re-type it up and I’ll have another look at it. ' They looked surprised. I don’t know why. It’s not like we haven’t been down this road before. I do not sign anything until I am completely satisfied with it and all the kings men and all the kings horses aren’t going to make me do it. Why I am such a pain in the arse? Well there are so many reasons but the one of them is that I am a great believer in standing up for my rights. There is an Aussie expression – Don’t pee on my head and tell me it’s raining – which basically means don’t think I’ll go along with something 'cause you think I am dumb enough to. While it is true to get my own way I will occasionally act dumb but it’s only because it suits me to - and that is teh key it suits me. It does not suit me to sign my righta away. Anyway, it was all very tense and strained there for a while until a new re-typed contract was handed to me. It’s almost correct and I asked most politely for them to have another crack at it. The head honcho actually laughed and said 'how many times do you plan to send this back for me to fix?' I said as many as it took. Alternatively I could type up my own contract and he could sign it. No answer was a stern reply.

Results of the 'you've had a crap day at work and you have $50 in your handbag survey' - as suspected the majority went for blowing the $50 on take-out and alcohol as we believe we deserve it.

Go ahead: Live with abandon. Be outrageous at any age. What are you saving your best self for?

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