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Baked Whole FishIngredients

Fish - whole - Preferably 'Carp' - 1.5 kgs - uncut
Shredded Onion - 4
Garlic - Paste : 8 Pods;
Shredded : 4 Pods
Ginger Paste - 2 teaspoons
Green Chillies - shredded - 3
Chilli Powder (If you wish) - To taste
Mint & Corriander (If available) - 3~4 sprigs each
White Bread - Two slicesMilk - Enough to soak the bread slices
Vinegar 2 teaspoons
Tomato Ketchup 2 teaspoons
Eggs 2
Bread Crumb - Enough to coat
Butte - As requiredCooking Medium (Fat/Oil) 30 mls
Salt - To taste

Preparation: 25 Minutes

1. Soak the Bread Slices in Milk


2. De-scale, clean internals & wash the fish thoroughly.


3. Sharply separate the Head and the Tail, boil these in salt water for 2~3 minutes, remove & keep aside.


4. Cut the fish into 8~10 large pieces, boil in salt water for 5 minutes, remove, drip dry on a strainer, remove bones carefully.


5. Stir fry the chopped Onion, Garlic & Chillis till onions are golden brown.


6. Place the boiled pieces of fish, soaked bread slices and the

fried onions etc in a mixing bowl. Add the ginger/garlic pastes, finely
chopped mint/coriander leaves, eggs, chilli powder, salt to taste,
vinegar & tomato ketchup - Mix well.

Visit the new Diddily's World, now where The Dragon Lords used to be.

The Story Teller Introduces Poetry Corner
These few poems can be read as a story book


ANOTHER CHANCE

At twenty five, three lovely boys, one angry husband, more broken toys,
Messy nappies, childhood dreams, open sorrow, pain and screams.
This first husband, is life cursed? Many chances unrehearsed.
Smashed up body, broken jaws. Gone the threshold of marital laws.
Keep on trying, just gets worse. Children growing, empty purse.
Tears of laughter, tears of pain, tears of anguish. No! ... not again.

Now thirty five, children four, another husband, gone through, another door.
Slight perversion, he loves another. A girl this time for her older brothers.
Gone the romance, back the pain, children feeling all the strain.
Disruptive schooling, stealing, bled. Mother says, "you made your bed".
Still keep on trying, do your best. Another solicitor, another test.
More tears of pain, none of laughter. A home that's wrecked from floor to rafter.

By forty one another child, another husband but this one's wild.
Hell on earth from the time they met, Needs forgiveness, but she can't forget.
Build a wall against his lying. God, how she wished that she was dying.
Kids in prison, they've paid the price, for love turned sour... No, it's not nice.
Left for another, kisses a penny, for she was just the start of many.
Another divorce, but he did not leave. I was free still chained, his love to feed.

Fifty two, could this be fate. A chance meeting, but is it too late?
His smile is gentle, his touch is sure, full of passion, her spirits soar.
Is she dreaming? Will she awake, to find it's all another mistake?
Their passion burning, loving, sighing. No more heartache, no more crying.
I've lowered the wall and the thorns are parted. Fresh flowers bloom, new future started.
One full of yearning, desire and romance. "To Live Again"........ "Another Chance"

Written 1996. She married her Gentle Peter on 4th January 2008

Dodie's World of Fun. For all the family to enjoy. : Dodie's World

Dodie's World of Fun. For all the family to enjoy. : Dodie's World

THE DRAGON LORDS NOW HAVE A DIFFERENT WEB SITE

This is Page Three -Index One
of The Dragon Lords of Chirron
The Fire Ring Flag of Alconnia
The web site.To be known as ;
The Dragon Lords ( of Chirron.)
http://thedragonlords.zoomshare.com/
by Dodie "Seligor" Milnes Simm.
The Three Books of the Trilogy
Two of which are already on the web site.
Plus many, many more exciting things
* Video plus from the films.
* Alconnia: The planet.
* The Dragon Lord Trilogy.
* Characters from the first eight chapters.
* Video extra, Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart and Friends.
* Carousel of Featured Items.

BIG CHANGE OVER FOR THE DRAGON LORDS, THEY ARE BEING UPLOADED TO THEIR OWN WEB SITE. PLEASE EXCUSE THE SCAFFOLDING AND CEMENT MIXERS SELIGOR. XXX LMAO

	The web site. http://thedragonlords.zoomshare.com/ is replacing http://diddilydeedot.zoomshare.com/ Just as soon as I replace all the pages onto their own site. sorry for interuption. Seligor. XXX To be known as The Dragon Lords of Chirron. by Dorothy Milnes Sinclair. PREFACE of the first book The Gathering of the Dragon Lords of Chirron.

Something I found and thought it was beautiful.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

THERE IS ALWAYS A PRICE

This is not part of the Dragon Lords Series, this is a poem that I found in a book I purchased.
It is one of the original leaflets that could be obtained from Messers W. Speaight & Sons,Ltd., of E. C. 4
You could purchase them in two catagories,

Post free at the price of One shilling (5p) per hundred, or 6d. sixpence (2½p) for fifty.

The poem was reprinted from The Spectator of September 11th, 1915.

It is so sad, yet very beautiful.. Do copy it if you wish.

CHRIST IN FLANDERS

WE had forgotten You, or very nearly--
You did not seem to touch us very nearly--
Of course we thought about You now and then;
Especially in any time of trouble--
We knew that You were good in time of trouble--
But we are very ordinary men.

And there were always other things to think of--
There's lots of things a man has got to think of--
His work, his home, his pleasure, and his wife;
And so we only thought of You on Sunday--
Sometimes, perhaps, not even on a Sunday--
Because there's always lots to fill one's life.

And, all the while, in the street or lane or byway--
In country lane, in city street, or byway--
You walked among us, and we did not see.
Your feet were bleeding as You walked our pavements--
How did we miss Your Footprints on our pavements--
Can there be other folk as blind as we?

Now we remember; over here in Flanders
(It isn't strange to think of You in Flanders)--
This hideous warfare seems to make things clear.
We never thought about You much in England--
But now that we are far away from England--
We have no doubts, we know that You are here.

You helped us pass the jest along the trenches--
Where, in cold blood, we waited in the trenches--
You touched its ribaldry and made it fine.
You stood beside us in our pain and weakness--
We're glad to think You understand our weakness--
Somehow it seems to help us not to whine.

We think about You kneeling in the Garden--
Ah! God! the agony of that dread Garden--
We know You prayed for us upon the Cross.
If anything could make us glad to bear it--
'Twould he the knowledge that You willed to bear it--
Pain--death--the uttermost of human loss.

Though we forgot You--You will not forget us--
We feel so sure that You will not forget us--
But stay with us until this dream is past.
And so we ask for courage, strength, and pardon--
Especially, I think, we ask for pardon--
And that You'll stand beside us to the last.

. I could not find out who L. W. was, but I shall keep looking.
If someone has the answer could you let me know please. Seligor x.

The Lonely Stallion. A lovely little story from an idea of Uncle Will's

The Lovesick Stallion

Once upon a time there was a beautiful horse called Henry, nowadays he spent a lot of his time galloping around the meadows. This he had always done, so it was very strange what happened to him, this beautiful day, in August. He stood quite still and wondered why it was he had never, ever wanted to run free~ it just never came into his mind before ~ yet, here he was in the middle of the paddock, thinking just that.
Henry , which was the name given to him when he was born, had lived in the same place all his life. The Barn, his home since he was a small colt, stood as lovely as ever in the corner of his paddock, he wanted for nothing; fresh hay, grooming by a beautiful young filly named Janice, whose pony tail was almost as long as his, brought him fresh water and food everyday, in fact, every day he was well looked after.
As a youngster, he had remained rather a gangly, little chap for quite a while, he often thought this was why he had been able to stay at Brookefield and not been sold on. Now however, he had made up for the lost growing times with his rich, grey dappled coat and a mane and tail that could have been made with spun silver and spiders webs covered in morning dew, he had also grown in stature and by the time he was three, he could have been mistaken as Tolkein's great Shadowfax. Yes, life for Henry was very comfortable to say the least.
Maybe that is why he suddenly began to have this desperate urge to be free; roam the wild meadows beyond the hills. These thoughts were very alien to Henry, but they remained with him all that day. Night began to fall and Henry made his way down to the barn, his stable I suppose we should call it. After eating his supper he stood by the stable door, resting his long neck against the wooden rail, he smiled as his eyes rested on the worn out groove to one side of the feeding basket. He smiled again as he realised that he was dreaming of the one he loved far, far away.
.............
and they lived happily ever after.