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In camera meeting : 3rd March


Present : The Calendarist, December, Tuesday.




As you may imagine, Friday's confession caused much consternation and condemnation amongst the regulators. The primary duty of a Day is to keep an absolutely accurate record of time spent on his watch and no excuse is accepted.

Despite a barrage of questioning, (some of it regarding his integrity) he could offer no explanation of how or why the records had ...

Extraordinary Meeting : 2nd March


Month presiding : March


Yearling presiding : 2010 (Absent, due to illness)


Present : The Month Masters, The Days of the Week, The Calendarist.


I looked around the crowded table and couldn’t help but grin. The Months looked grim, the Calendarist looked grimmer and the Days looked perplexed – all but Friday, who was as pale as paper and fidgeted nervously with his timepiece, a ...

The Year We Ran Out Of Fridays.




Monthly Meeting : 1st of March


Month Presiding : March


Yearling Presiding : 2010


Present : The Month Masters, The Calendarist, The Yearling.


The Calendarist opened the meeting with usual chant.
“Now is the time, for all time, to check our watches, our sun-dials, our clocks and egg-timers, thus to proclaim that all is well and not a second ...

This is the first page of another short story of mine.......

Carimba, caramba, my friend Jack.
　
Jaime wends his way through the sweating, coupling crowd like a bulldozer with manners, never quite causing offence, but not feeling the need to stop and check either.

Like the air before a storm, the space immediately before him clears, as if advance notice of his progress has reached it and though there are some dark scowls and muttered threats, they never ...

This is the introduction to a short story of mine....

Bingo, bongo, in the Congo.
　
"Oh God, the flies ! The eternal flies ! I swear they have followed me here from Mesopotamia. Look ! I recognise that one ! The one with the blue eyes and the quiff !"

So spake Julian "Bingo" Jennings, as he sat sipping something soothing at a pleasant café near to the Vatican, one lovely, sunny autumn day.

"You were never in Mesopotamia, ...