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Tuesday 4 September 2018

And The Plod Goes On - still grafting at the crafting!



Shay decided he needed a list, a job list: a thing he always despised, bits of notes of things to do, your life on a page. Not the get the groceries kind of list, or get your shoes heeled, of pick up flowers for the wife. A list of priorities: who to concentrate on first in the new job. Would it be on his PC, or iPad, or Phone, in a “Notes” folder: not a ghost of a chance he would make it on any of these. Good old fashioned paper and pen, would do. Then when you solved each of the tasks – you could tick them off, scratch them out, obliterate them.
The first thing he wrote down, in his new notebook, was... Who is watching me? And the answer he thought... Terrorist Terry – how does he fit in?
Shay stopped after he wrote that. He began muttering to himself, whispering... He was somehow involved in the kidnapping of the priest, well not the kidnap – Bowen did that – the rescue! Jees! That part of the story was still a bit of a mystery. I was busy trying to find Bowen, not concentrating on anything else. Wonder did Bob Tyrell ever work it out? I'll ask him.
Muttering again, chewing an inner cheek, trying to bite a piece out of it, gently... I got a call to pick up the priest in that old church – in Ballyboughal, Fingal. Bally Bloody Boughal, a whistle stop, just a church and a pub, sometimes a closed pub.
An old church, and graveyard as well. Historians said that this church had a secret relic of Christ and St. Patrick – the Bachall: the crozier of Christ, given to St. Patrick before he came to Ireland. That was what the name meant the town of the staff of Christ.
Then he wrote the same question in another way. Who in the job is watching/spying on me? That's it boyo. Which of Nora's Schnauzers was sniffing around. Is it me they are looking at: Shambo, or the boss, trying to get dirt. God knows there is a lot of that, on the new boss. F them.
WHERE IS BOWEN. He wrote this in capitals: it was the question he needed to answer. But this is the danger. The higher ups want him dead and out of the way.
Then he added WHY in capitals again. That's all I'm writing down on that question. What could he know? Who fears it? Who fears Georgie can harm them? Jees that should be question in: the top priority.
He finished with the final question, for now he though. Again in Capitals – WILL I GET SCREWED? AND WILL THERE BE REWARDS FOR THE NON-PARTICIPANTS????

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