A bone to pick.  

Duke has been picking 

at this lamb bone for five days,

won't part with it

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Funny thing happened on the way to the sea this morning.  

Curious bottle lying at the tideline. 

Picked it up and cleaned it off and... POOF!  

Lottsa smoke and a big Genie appears, all green and puffy. 

"Gosh" I exclaimed. 

"Thank you master," says the Genie, 

"You have released me from the bottle 

so you shall be granted any wish."

 "Gosh" I repeated, 

(as it's my favourite exclamation in such circumstances.)

And after deep thought said, "I wish to live for ever."  

The Genie's face fell.

I picked it up and  gave it back to him. 

 "Sorry, pal," he said. 

"We Genies don't do 'For Ever' wishes. Think again."

Disappointed,  I compromised, 

"Okay," I said" I wish to live until England wins The World Cup."

So, I should be around for a long, long time.

Morning spit

This sand spit (behind Duke) appeared the morning 

after the last typhoon T9. Beach used to a straight line here.

Crack of dawn