Inquisitor 1854 Force Fields by Karla

May the 4th be with you. The force was not strong with this one, as your humble blogger had succumbed to the lurgy. Maybe that one, or not, but there’s a lot of it about, lots of different things, actually. The upshot is the same – a chair in the garden, and a general feeling of not really being able to cope.

Oh yes, it was the Bank Holiday weekend, as if to add insult to injury.

And as if in a fever dream too, about lunchtime when I like to be getting a bag of chips a glance into the living room would confirm that a relative we’d not seen in the flesh in about ten years had just “popped around”, with consummate timing.

All of which is to say that strange things were afoot at the Circle K.

Karla then, to mop our fevered brows. Force fields of a different kind, ones which were COBBLERS, CLAPTRAP, SLIPSLOP, not to mention RHUBARB.

Had you heard of the Rhubarb Triangle? I hadn’t, but they’re forced in certain necks of the wood, so they say. Somewhere northish I think, my geography really not being up to it.

But still, we had misprints telling us to change CARBS to BARBS, and letters we didn’t need giving the towns which mark the limits of the triangle which wasn’t one associated with stranger goings on. Or is the aforementioned quite strange enough?

All of which was as sweet and lovely as the CRUMBLE highlighted, so we should thank Karla for keeping us duly diverted.

Oh yes, we have a triangle in Wales too. The Dyfed Triangle.