A tiddly tale for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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Θα φτιάξω αμπαζούρ
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Gregor was the proud proprietor of an authentic Greek restaurant, so authentic, that his patrons were permitted to smash their plates on the floor at the end of the evening!
His son Sisyphus was tasked with clearing them up, an unpleasant pursuit as some smashers flung them floorward before finishing their kolokithokeftedes or galaktoboureko.
Gregor had an idea. Why not turn some of the fragments into lampshades?
Unfortunately, they were rather heavy and occasionally fell from the ceiling giving Sisyphus even more debris to dispose of at the end of the evening.
Then he had another idea …. or perhaps not!
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*In case you are wondering what the title means, I’ll make lampshades!
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A smashing story, Keith. Love the names of the greek dishes. I have no idea how to pronounce them…lol.
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Thanks for the punpliment, Suzette! Nor me which I why I stumbled a bit in the audio!
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A great twist
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Cheers Beth!
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Fun post Keith
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Thanks, Di!
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You’ve given me my big smile for the evening.
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I’m pleased! Thanks, Mimi.
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I was giggling so much over this one, I shook the bed and woke up my husband! A great tiddly tale, Keith! 🤗
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Haha! Please apologise to him for me, Nancy!
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I thijnk the clue to the idea is in Sisyphus’ name
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You could have a point, Neil!
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Dear Keith,
Poor Sisyphus. He’s doomed to repeat the process, isn’t he? 😉 You made me laugh as always. Pass the dolmas, please.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Unfortunately so! Heading your way, Rochelle!
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Ah c’mon Keith! Ya coulda tried harder 😉 My sister is married to a Greek and every Christmas we get a box of kourabiedes. I call them cocaine cookies 😉
I’m going to ask for a table without chandelier, please…
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You’ve no idea how hard I tried, Dale! I just Googled kourabiedes and I liked what I saw, in fact, I bookmarked the recipe for future use. I just need to add cocaine to the ingredient list – I’m not sure if they sell in my local supermarket though!
I’ll make sure there’s no chandal near you.
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I am teasing you, Keith!
And kourabiedes are delicious. Of course we call them cocaine because of the mounds of powdered sugar. Just remember to NOT inhale as you bring it to your mouth. Not a one of us has NOT choked on it.
I appreciate it.
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A smashing finish to the tale. I wonder what the next great idea will be.
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Thanks, Tracy, I can’t wait to find out!
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What a delightful story! Thanks for an early morning grin.
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My pleasure, Alicia!
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Hahaha a smashing tale. I can hear this one as I read it 🤣
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Quite noisy I imagine!
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I love it!
Another great story.
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Thanks so much!
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Always thinking. I like Gregor.
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Me too, Dawn!
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with a name like that, i’m afraid the son is doomed to a never-ending task. but a long as it’s good for business, why not? 🙂
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Very true, plaridel!
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Excellent Greek!
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Apó eséna Chris!
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‘from focus??’ – I’m a little rusty!
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I suspect, there is no such thing as a dishwasher in Greek Restaurants.
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Just very large refuse bins!
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Well, I think it was a brilliant idea….and it made me laugh too 🙂
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Mission accomplished!
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Well done tale.
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Thanks so much!
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Smashing! You’ve laid it on a plate for us there Keith.
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I like a pun! Cheers Iain!
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Thank you Keith, what a lark. Restaurants are such hard work, need a stern father to keep the free help in check. Wishing you a pleasant weekend.
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As a retired restaurant owner, I know that only too well!
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Hey now, that’s recycling. He’s gone green.
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My thoughts exactly!
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I can’t believe you’re the first story I’ve seen to go for the Greek plate throwing reference. Poor Sisyphus is aptly named but as he gets older he might develop a spot of Oedipus where his Dad is concerned!
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Haha, very true! I thought there would be one to two more.
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I love the name of the son with the tough job and bright ideas. Hilarious.
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Thanks so much, Lisa!
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You’re welcome, Keith.
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Yeah … best to keep that idea in his mind. 😁
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You’re probably right!
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Ah, the never ending struggles of cleaning up other people’s messes. Well done, Keith.
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…and don’t I know it! Cheers, Bill.
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