George Browne

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The Mystery Jukebox 4.0 - Michael Gallagher Writes All the rules and conventions for joining in Kitty's Saturday Mystery Jukebox laid out in one place for your convenience.

It's 11AM. Welcome to the Mystery Jukebox 4.0.

Kitty has had a stressful time heading back from the States but managed to charter a private jet to Scotland.

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Black cat showing eyes and two white paws.

There will be a Mystery Jukebox tomorrow. Bring your tokens, prepare to shoogle to music and for the love of Kitty, chat to each other and have fun.

Thursday November 9, 1854.

I smelled the cigar smoke as I approached the stairs to Mr Bruff's office, redolent with the smell of vanilla. Cautiously I followed the aroma.

I found my employer alone amid a thick fug of fumes.

"Was Sir John Geeson just here?" I asked.

That was my thought when I bought it after the accident

So i decided to get a truck . This is what i ended up with . I thought i would get some a little bigger in case that happened again . And the thought of my grandchildren could have been in that back seat .

2 weeks ago this happened to me sitting at a stop light . Fortunately, I was not injured but a bruise on the back of the arm and a little bit of whiplash, but I’ve been carless for two weeks having to drive my wife’s.

Morning all.

Photographer Saul Leiter, Ireland 1960's.

Vintage PLANET EXPLORER X-80 - RTC RAJA Toy Company. Rare to find vintage flying saucer and space toys from India.

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I should vacuum. youtu.be/wCNelxxc1JE?...

bearded man sat at a small table outside. he is writing and has on the table binoculars, books, coffe and two of what looking to be 'photoshoped' ostrich eggs

'Ernest Hemingway writing at a portable desk during a big game hunt in Kenya in September 1952.'
Earl Theisen.

Beautiful

Sunset over the downs to the sea

Another glorious sunset!

Amazing sunset with branches in silhouette

Another lovely finalé

Beaver supermoon behind a heavy cloudy sky..

Tonight’s Beaver Supermoon- sadly hiding behind the clouds….

Ginger cat all cosily curled up on a rug on the sofa!

Feeling a little chilly - looked for the throw & who is curled up all nice & warm on it…..?!!

Sunday October 29, 1854.

I was getting myself ready for the long walk to church, when a pounding on the pub door woke everyone, Bertha included.

The woman identified herself as the mother of one of the escapees.

"He didn't do it," she wailed. "He'd already fled to the Highlands!"

Monday October 30, 1854.

My return to the office was met warmly by Mr Tibbles, who deigned to let me pet him with my good arm.

I told George about yesterday's visitor.

"Bertha's sent Alex and Charley on a train up to Scotland to find them," I added.

"Wish she'd sent me," he muttered.

Tuesday October 31, 1854.

Yesterday, after going on for hours about how he should have been the one to go to Scotland, George began hinting that we should take turns writing in MY diary.

I dropped into the stationer's on my way home and chose a nice one in brown leather for him.

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The letter had been written at Alex and Charley's behest, and it communicated the fact that they'd arrived safely in Glasgow and were making their way to Loch Tay, somewhere to the north.

"Wot they bothering with locks for?" moaned Bertha. "Just break down the bleedin' door!"

Thursday November 2, 1854.

I heard a dreadful commotion in the outer office just as the door burst open and in sailed Bertha in her widow's weeds.

"I got sent a lettah...a bleedin' lettah!" she wailed. "Gawd, me 'eart nearly stopped! Oo's it from?" she demanded to know.
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Friday November 3, 1854.

I made the mistake of asking George how his diary keeping was going.

"I wrote about how Mary burned the sausages yesterday," he told me. "I thought people might sympathize, but they didn't."

Dare I tell him about the Skyblue service I employ? Hmmm...

Saturday November 4, 1854.

Home at last. A detail I'd forgotten about my recent attack suddenly came to me as I devoured my breakfast kipper.

It was a smell. Vanilla, such as Mrs Grogan might employ in her best cakes, but somehow more earthy.

I smelled it before I was struck down.

Sad news.

Though there are other stories I would have loved to have brought you (The Fall from a Hot Air Balloon for one), when this story that started with the pigeons runs its course I'm done.

It's hard enough (if not impossible) to retrieve what I wrote on the dead bird site.

I'm sorry.

Sunday November 5, 1854.

"I'm still furious he wouldn't take me to see you," said Annie as we chatted after the service.

I knew the dilemma George had faced from reading his diary entries, and was indebted for the stand he had taken. What if Annie found out about my criminal past?

You better tell her yourself. Keeping secrets from the woman you love (and who clearly has a very soft spot for you too) is never a good basis for a relationship. Better sooner than later. She might be disappointed and even angry but I believe she will forgive.

You’ve brought us great pleasure with Octopus’ daily diaries, Michael. Now give yourself a well-earned rest. Your efforts are truly appreciated 🤩📚