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The Irish Tales

Er, a series of short stories about ireland ?

  1. The Year We Ran Out of Fridays. (Part Two) 4

    Venue : Oscar's Cottage


    Date : Late afternoon, March 13th


    Present : December, Oscar and his Bitch.




    Oscar's cottage, which I had bought on his behalf, was a very pleasant surprise.

    It was small, but neat, with a charming garden in which grew plums, pears and candleberries and an especially interesting variety of orchids which I had thought were extinct, even in the grounds of the Residence.

    In one
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  2. The Year We Ran Out of Fridays. (Part Two) 3

    REWIND.


    In camera meeting : The Early Hours of March 12th


    Present : The Millennium Lord, December, November, Tuesday


    Venue : December's apartment.


    The last time I set eyes on the Millennium Lord was when dear old Queen Bess was on the throne and there was some trifling problem with the Spanish.

    In those days, he affected a very patrician attitude, dressed soberly, wore a disgustingly filthy wig and spoke ...
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  3. The Year We Ran Out of Fridays. (Part Two) 2

    Hiatus

    Now, you are probably keen to know the result of the Millennium Lord's sudden appearance at my apartment and exactly how Tuesday came to be his daughter and other such details.

    Well, I shall tell you in due course. But first I feel I must explain about ChronoDogs and ChronoBitches.
    Where they come from, what they do and what they look like.

    To deal with the last first ; despite their name, which is both misleading and mischievous, they are ...
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  4. The Year We Ran Out of Fridays. (Part Two)

    The Year We Ran Out of Fridays.


    Part Two


    Venue : The Grounds of the Residence


    Date : March 13th


    Present : December, Winter 360


    I walked slowly through the grounds of the Residence, through the many lanes and landings, through the orchards and the meadows, dipping my feet in the gentle streams and letting the clean breeze ruffle my tumbled locks, (oh come on, you know how vain I am!), deep ...
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  5. The Year We Ran Out of Fridays.(14)

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    April's remains were bagged and put into deep-freeze, there to await his interment in the Garden of Time, once a suitable tomb had been constructed.

    As you will understand, this was not an everyday occurrence and took a little thought. It is not exactly a well-populated graveyard.

    I sat in my apartment, drinking, accompanied by Tuesday and November, who had little to say, so stunning were the events of the last few days.

    After ...
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