Jane Jago's Blog, page 31

Maybe – Part 4: Rescue

Sometimes we walk the edges of realty…

Jess sensed this was indeed a ritual, though not one of any religious kind. Things were passing hand to hand, bottles of water and white cider. It was a scene she had witnessed a few too many times in her career. In her previous career, she mentally corrected and felt the small inner lurch of loss that always left in its wake.
Then someone moved right behind her and a pair of hands gripped her shoulders.
“Hey bros, look what I just found.”
What doesn’t kill...

Granny’s A-Z – L is for Lingerie

Things that make us go poop…

Granny and the ‘ladies’ darts team of The Dog and Trumpet alphabetically collate their collective contempt for the inhabitants of the twenty-first century.

L is for Lingerie or ‘smalls’ as my sainted grandmother used to call them.

This is primarily aimed at the distaff side of the population – although it wouldn’t hurt the male of the species to read it, or a similar essay, before charging off to Victoria’s Secrets with lust in their eyes and no idea of siz...

100 Acre Wood Revisited – Words

Things are not quite how you might remember them in the 100 Acre Wood for Christopher Robin, Pooh Bear and their friends…

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Jane Jago

Lucida’s ‘New Year New You’: Gestures

Namaste you wonderful, desirable and aspiring individual! This bijou blog is here to help you achieve your best ever ‘you’ in this new year. Here, I offer my help and assistance in reshaping your shape and doctoring your decor internally and externally, to bring your lifestyle into line with your aspirations.

Gestures

One of the very first things we all notice about an individual we meet will be their gestures. Do they forever make air quotes? Are they bracing their forehead with the back ...

Drabblings – Mr Tomkins

Telling an entire story in just one hundred words…

The door opened.
The line of light widened and Jacob’s heart beat a tattoo of terror.
It was too late to be dad, he had blundered up the stairs two hours ago shouting, yelling, drunk as always. Jacob had kept hidden under the duvet, cuddling Mr Tomkins.
No. Dad would be fast asleep and snoring now.
But the door still opened and a shadow fell over Jacob’s bed.
Then he saw who it was and the terror fled.
A few minutes later he was bundled up on the b...

Nursery Rhymes for the Third Age – Grandma Muffet

A selection of rhymes by Jane Jago, made age appropriate for those for whom their second childhood is just around the corner…

Grandma Muffet

Old Grandma Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
One sunny Saturday
There came a truck driver
Who sat down beside her
She groped him and he ran away.

You can find this, and other whimsical takes of life in On The Throne? a little book of contemplation from Jane Jago.

Queen of Shadows

The queen of shadows
Clad in mist
As cool as malice
Never kissed
Moves like silence
Bleeding cold
Her icy fingers
Chill the soul

©️jj 2024

Maybe – Part 3: Escape

Sometimes we walk the edges of realty…

Half an hour later Jess was driving away, to somewhere. Anywhere. Just away. She stopped to eat the sandwich when it was starting to get dark and hunger bit, pulling off the road and into the carpark of what looked like a run-down, sea-side amusement park. Which was when she found it in the glove box. The gift from Roald. Part of her wanted to hurl it, unopened, away from the car. But instead she took it out of the colourful paper bag and lifted the lid....

Granny’s A-Z – K is for Kitchen Knives

Things that make us go poop…

Granny and the ‘ladies’ darts team of The Dog and Trumpet alphabetically collate their collective contempt for the inhabitants of the twenty-first century.

K is for Kitchen Knives and this all started when Loopy Laura of the darts team started telling us about her in-laws’ collection of them.

How many kitchen knives does anyone actually need?

Hands up all you daft buggers who own sets of ‘chef’s knives’.

In wooden blocks or hanging on magnets.

Are...

100 Acre Wood Revisited – Birthday Poem

Things are not quite how you might remember them in the 100 Acre Wood for Christopher Robin, Pooh Bear and their friends…

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Jane Jago