Tim

Tim Smith - I have been a professional writer since 1989. That is merely to say that I've been paid to write for a living not that I am any good at it. I've written and edited books and magazines about sport, video games, music, food, and technology. I am currently a professional cook in York. By which I mean I get paid to make food for other people (and do the prep, the washing-up, the sweeping up and mopping, and all the other things that a pro kitchen requires). If you would like to contact me about any of the content of my posts or the site in general, please email via this link here thank you. Please help funding the writing and other content creation for my site. No matter how small your donation, I would really appreciate it.

Lembit Scheidlen and his wife Elika

Lembit Scheidlen and his Wife Elika

Outside their small, warm and snug little house on the town square the men from the local brigade were marching up and down, giving and taking commands. They stopped on one such command and stood to attention. Their new uniforms and wooden guns – weighted to simulate real weapons – had arrived the day before. They stood in the setting sunshine and listened to a senior officer make a rousing political speech.

Some bare tree branches in the evening.

The Day Goes On

The wind got up, then calmed down and the slamming of the cat-flap indicated the return of the cat. Hours passed. Hours were yet to pass. Jon turned the television on: Hitler, Hitler, Cooking, Quiz Show (Winston Churchill, Arsenal, Star Trek), afternoon soap (slap, kiss, weep, fall), a movie (Shaun of the Dead), a based on a true story movie (slap, kiss, weep, fall, brave battle with spinal injury, god, wedding, bliss), sport, sport, sport, cooking, sport, Hitler, Vietnam, gossip, news, news, news, sport, Nazis.

A photograph of yachts at sea.

All at Sea What Larks!

The dour cloisters of Rimmington Hall rang with excitement. Cleaning, dusting, painting, polishing, rejuvenating were the orders for the day; the young master was coming home. For the first time in four years the curtains were not drawn, the fires were alight, and the sound of music – in the form of off-key humming – could be heard int the anterooms and backstairs.

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