Tale #134: The Three Wives

There were three wives, who had married three brothers. The priestly wife was jealous of the princess wife, for the princess had a vast castle and abundant riches and the most splendid food cooks could cook, and did not need to worry about the strictures of poverty that held her in place like shackles.

The princess wife was jealous of the priestly wife, for the priestly wife had no politics to preside over, nor no courtly judgements to make, nor any of the other responsibilities that held her in place like shackles.

The dead wife was jealous of no one, for she was a corpse, and free.

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Notes:

1. Written May 15th, 2016
2. At the same time as last week’s tale
3. To which this is a sequel
4. Of sorts
5. And the same apologies and excuses apply here as they did there

A Bucketful Of Old Badges

Notes: I found a bucket (well, an ice cream tub) filled with old badges in the loft recently, filled with half forgotten relics of an earlier and more innocent time (the 80s/early 90s). And, well, here they are. There’s a 107 of them (and there were even more in the tub, when you include duplicates, of which three were lots. I think we had about 15 Allders ones, and even more from the Southend Airshow.

(Also these are added here without context but I might add some here on twitter maybe over time)