Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Doin' Nuffink

Jennospot 78  Doin' Nuffink

Yeah, Oi know it don't sound much loike me, but sometimes Oi loike jus' sittin' down an' doin' nuffink. It feels kinda noice jus' sittin', an' watchin', an' breathin'. Nuffink much 'appens, but Oi reckon as 'ow it's nat'ral ter do nuffink 'cept ter simply be a-waitin' fer wot's all around, inside an' outside, ter stop bein' afraid. Then it c'n come up real close so's yew c'n say “hello”.

But don't yew go away wiv the idea that Oi don't loike doin' fings. Oi reckon as 'ow Oi do as many fings as wot most people do; more even. Moi bruvver Braces, fer instance, reckons as 'ow Oi'm always a-pokin' moi nose inter fings wot don't concern me, never moind doin' soapbox cart racin' wiv moi cart “Emmeline P”. Wot 'ee don't realize is that all them fings are interestin'. 'Ow c'n Oi learn 'ow the world works if'n Oi don't take an interest?

Oi c'n tell yew one fing though; jus' sittin' around, watchin' and a-waitin' c'n also 'elp yew ter learn about fings, 'cos it sorta brings separate fings tergevver ter make a new whole wot yew ain't never seen before. P'raps that's why moi bruvver is more scattier that wot Oi am, even though 'ee's a year older, 'cos 'ee don't do that. Yeah, 'ee troies ter put it over on me because 'ee's older an' 'ee's a boy, but Oi don't let 'im get away wiv it; well, not usually any'ow. Sometoimes Oi let 'im fink 'ee's got away wiv it fer the sake o' peace an' quiet. Besides, then Oi c'n go away somewhere by mesself, loike down the garden, ter do a bit o' nuffink fer a while.

Our chickens 'ave got a place where they live down the garden. It's noice ter 'ear them cluckin' away, in the shade when Oi'm there doin' nuffink. It's kinda soothin', if'n yew know wot Oi mean. It's extra-specially noice when moi bruvver's been a bit over the top wiv 'is everlastin' crowin' about 'ow 'ee's older than wot Oi am an' so 'ee knows better than wot Oi do about ev'ryfink. Any'ow, 'ee's not top of 'is class, nor is 'ee in Miss Hangar's special projects group, loike wot Oi am; so there!

Oi say that Oi go down the garden. Actually Oi ought ter say up the garden, 'cos our 'ouse is built on a slope, see. Any'ow, up the garden beyond the chickens, is where Peter lives. 'Ee ain't so bad 'imself at doin' nuffink neither. Sometoimes we do it tergevver on the steps of 'is shed, an that's real noice. Now Oi don't want yew ter start misunderstandin', 'cos 'is sainted aunt really keeps 'im on the run, cleanin' 'er 'ouse, doin' er garden, cookin', runnin' er errands an' busy stuff loike that, so 'ee ain't got much toime fer doin' nuffink. But she 'as ter go out ter work a lot, so that gives 'im a few moments now an' again.

Oi reckon as 'ow it'd be a good fing if more people 'ad more toime fer doin' nuffink. Oi reckon as 'ow that'd be good fer ev'rybody; 'specially moi bruvver.

Oi'm goin' ter shut up now, so's yew c'n 'ave a few minutes yerself terday fer doin' nuffink. If'n yew ain't never done it before, give it a try now; yew moight be really surprised…

Wiv love from Jenno.

Jus' ter show yew that Oi do fings as well as doin' nuffink, Oi made a couple o' digital books this year. They are called, "Jenno's Widdlin'ton", an' "Jenno's Widdlin'ton II". Yew c'n download 'em if'n yew loike. They're a bit loike doin' nuffink 'cos they don't cost nuffink: http://www.smashwords.com/b/128813 an' http://www.smashwords.com/b/166979

An if'n yew'd loike ter know a bit more about Widdlin'ton yew c'd take a look at Peter St John's website: (http://www.peterstjohn.net/index.htm). Doin' nuffink? Cripes, wouldn't 'ee jus' laugh…

Monday, 13 August 2012

Shootin' Stars

Jennospot 77  Shootin' Stars

It's real lucky when yew see a shootin' star, 'cos that means yew c'n make a wish. Yew c'n do it jus' loike in the song "When You Wish Upon a Star". It's important ter remember that, jus' loike wiv fairy godmovvers, yew're only allowed three wishes per noight, 'cos yew mustn't be greedy. Yew gotta leave a few wishes fer ovver people.

Moi bruvver, Braces, reckons as 'ow all that ain't no more'n mushy fairytale stuff. 'Ee reckons as 'ow the only real shooting stars are them cowboys in the films, loike Gene Autry and Roy Rogers, wot they show once a month in the Parish Hall. Yeah, well Oi loike them an' all, 'specially when they vault on ter their super 'orses, ter go an' shoot up them bad guys in the black 'ats. Trouble is, moi bruvver's a bit loike Peter, wot ain't got no romance in 'is soul. An' that's why 'ee don't believe in wishes no more.

Still an' all, Oi sometimes catch Peter outside on a clear noight a-starin' up at the sky, an' when Oi ask 'im wot 'ee's a-starin' at, 'ee jus' says as 'ow 'ee's only lookin'. Oi reckon wot 'ee's really doin' is makin' a wish, all secret loike, jus' fer 'imself…

Any'ow, yew gotta keep yer wishes secret, at least until they 'appen, 'cos if'n yew don't, then they won't come true. An' even if'n they do, it's jus' by 'appenstance. Yew don't 'ave ter believe me if'n yew don't want, but if'n yew want yer wishes ter work, yew mustn't tell nobody; not even yer best friend.

An' that ain't all. There's somefink else wot's real important. It ain't no good jus' wishin', even if'n yew see a thousand o' them shootin' stars, 'cos if'n yew jus' make a wish, an' then wait fer the stars ter do ev'ryfink else ter make it come true, it ain't likely ter work. No, yew gotta do yer best ter 'elp makin' yer wish work out. Take it from me…

Last noight Oi saw some shootin' stars, an' Oi made moi first wish. Oi ain't tellin' yew wot it is, not yet, any'ow; okay?

It comes wiv luv from Jenno.

The second wish is fer moi free e-books, "Jenno's Widdlin'ton", an' "Jenno's Widdlin'ton II". When it comes true, Oi'll let yew know: http://www.smashwords.com/b/128813 an' http://www.smashwords.com/b/166979

Moi third wish is fer Peter St John's website: (http://www.peterstjohn.net/index.htm). Cripes, wouldn't 'ee laugh if'n 'ee knew wot it were…

Monday, 6 August 2012


Jennospot 76  August

Cripes, it's August already. Did yew know that the month got its noime from that ol' Roman Emperor Augustus? It weren't because it were the month when 'ee were born. Naw, it were because 'ee were kinda lucky. The month of July, wot were named after Julius Caesar, 'ad thirtyone days, whereas August only 'ad thirty. Well, because the calendar wot good ol' Julius invented didn't work out real good, they 'ad ter add a few more days, so August got one more, an' Augustus were roight chuffed about that, 'cos then 'ee weren't in any way inferior ter Julius. See wot Oi mean?

Wouldn't it be somefink if'n they renamed June ter be Jenno? Cripes, stripes, an' little green tomaters! Still an' all, Oi don't reckon as 'ow it's likely; d'yew? Pity, ain't it…?

Any'ow, where was Oi…? Oh yeah, it's already August. D'yew know wot the poet R. Combe Miller wrote about August? O' course, 'ee's entitled ter 'is opinion, 'cos it ain't always loike wot 'ee wrote, even so it's kinda pretty:

"Fairest of months! ripe Summer's Queen

The hey-day of the year

With robes that gleam with sunny sheen,

Sweet August doth appear."

Yeah well, it's rainin' a bit at the moment. Even so, Oi reckon the sunny sheen'll gleam in a little while, an' then we c'n make 'ay; Oi 'ope. Funny the way 'ee spells it "hey"; or does 'ee mean somefink different? Yew can't always tell wiv poets, they sometimes wrap stuff up in words wot c'd mean ev'ryfink or nuffink; just as the fancy suits yew. Peter St John sometimes does it an' all. An' if'n Oi ask 'im wot 'ee means, 'ee turns it around an' asks me wot Oi fink it means. Cripes, poets c'n be real exasperatin' sometimes.

By the way, ain't "exasperatin'" a super word? D'yew loike it an' all?

Any'ow, that's enough about that, 'cos ovverwise Oi moight start exasperatin' yew, an' Oi don't wanna do that, do Oi?. All wot Oi want ter do is ter wish yew a real 'appy month o' August, wiv lotsa hey-days…

Luv from Jenno.

There ain't nuffink about August in moi e-books, "Jenno's Widdlin'ton", an' "Jenno's Widdlin'ton II" 'cos wot Oi write c'd 'appen at any toime; or p'raps not at all. Any'ow, they don't cost nuffink, so that's all roight: http://www.smashwords.com/b/128813 an' http://www.smashwords.com/b/166979

Peter St John don't mention August on 'is website neither (http://www.peterstjohn.net/index.htm) even so, a lot of the action in Widdlin'ton 'appens in the summer 'olidays, wot is winter in Australia, but Oi reckon as 'ow the Aussies won't mind. If yew're an' Aussie, yew c'n write an' tell me… if'n yew loike.