Mr. Clean

Confident albino man in trendy suit
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“Don’t believe a word he says,” Tayler warned. “His public image is a lie. He is evil to his core.”

“But he’s my uncle, isn’t he?” Milly inquired.

“That makes him all the more dangerous,” the lawyer warned.

“Why dangerous?” Milly asked.

“When your parents died, God rest them, it left you with fifty-one percent of the family fortune. He will play you if he can to make his own power greater.”

“But if he is so toxic, why is he called Mr. Clean?”

“No matter how things appear don’t fall for it. He is anything but clean.” Tayler warned.

The elevator finally reached the 55th floor. As the doors opened, Milly Kleinmann found herself face to face with her uncle for the first time. As she looked into his steely gaze she felt her heart plunge and a shiver run up her spine. It was immediately clear to her that everything Tayler had said was true.


FOWC with Fandango — Plunge

Seaside Path

Sea, Beach, Coast, Vacations, Water, Landscape
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Seaside path by nature surrounded

Views numinous at every hand

Where a solitary walk can lead

To the very face of God

His presence felt with every step

Ocean soundtrack to fill your ears

And in the presence inspiring – divine

It can sweep away cares and fears

Seaside path by nature framed

Where souls are lifted and troubles tamed


Words At Play

Architecture, Building, Library, Glass Windows

I chanced upon a library at night

Where the words come out to play

Stifled by the silence of the place

Bound to their pages in the day

But when the doors are locked

And the readers have all gone home

They let loose in eloquence

Usually started by a poem

Oh what tales are related then

Adventures great and small

Puns and wordplay do abound

As the newspapers listen – remembering all

But dawn shall soon return

And the words then will silent fall

As soon as they hear the key in the door

And the footsteps in the hall



Crown, Moss, Head Ornament, Rust, Rust Crown, Rusty

Do not fret over things that have passed

Nor cling-on so wholeheartedly to that which will not last.

Do not be diminished by the things others say or do,

But hold your head up proudly

For that is the only posture that is worthy of you.

You may feel the weight of struggles

The burden of many cares,

Hold true to your path –

Though accusers may be many,

The failure is really theirs.

You were named “Princess”

The title says it all –

So with that queenly dignity

With the world your example share


For Sally

Mediterranean Inspired Vegetable Soup

Padre’s Ramblings

Winter is still with us (in UK) and soup is always a good cold weather choice. Today I made a Mediterranean inspired vegetable soups that I found very tasty. While it lacks some traditional ingredients such as union or pasta, it is still warming and filling. My previous recipe for this I found it a bit bitter. The addition of a little milk and sugar remedied that but was hit and miss when using tomatoes. This time I used a cheaters short cut and used tomato soup rather than tomatoes, milk, and sugar. The result, I found, was far more satisfactory.


Sweet Potato 1 large (approx 350 g)

  • Sweet Potato 1 large (approx. 350 g)
  • Potato 1 average (approx. 200 – 220 g)
  • Carrot 1 medium (approx. 100 g)
  • Basil fresh 30 g
  • Haricot Beans [navy beans or similar] 1 tin (400 g)
  • Tomato Soup 1 tin (400 g)
  • Garlic Powder 1 tsp
  • Ground Oregano 1 tsp
  • Vegetable Stock Cube 1
  • Salt 1/2 tsp (or to taste)
  • Water 1 1/4 litres


Wash the potato with the peel on and then dice it into 1/4 inch pieces.  Peel the carrot and sweet potato and cut them into similar sized pieces.  Roughly chop the basil and it and the chopped veg into a soup maker or large pot, along with the water and salt.  Run for one cycle (soup maker) or boil for 30 minutes.  Then add the stock cube, garlic, oregano, tomato soup, and beans (drained) and cook for an additional 15 to 20 minutes.  Then pulse blitz only for a few seconds, just long enough to break up any bigger pieces, and then serve.  I prefer it this way, though it can be blended to smooth if you prefer.



“Leave me alone,” she snapped, juking around around him on the sidewalk and hurrying away with a quick clack of heels.

“Missy, you really should listen to what I have to say,” Harold called after her.

Turning, she spat, “And why should I? You’re just a servant.”

“Exactly, a servant. Your father’s servant, and he said that you need to come with me now back to the house, or he is going to cut off your allowance again.”

Missy sighed, and then crossed her arms and pulled an exaggerated pout, before slowly following him back to the limo. Sometimes she hated being a billionaire’s daughter.


Living the Dream

Yacht, Boat, Millionaire, Wealth, Villa

He lived the dream that wasn’t his

A life splendid to those who looked from afar

Opulence and wealth were at his command

But they left his heart and emotions scarred

“For the sake of the family” he made his mark

A success in every way

But he wished he had just said “no”

To doing it Father’s way

He live a dream that wasn’t his

And though he was like a king

What he wished for most was a simpler life

And to ask “Unacceptable” Kitty to wear his ring