LIOLI: Liver

A clean liver called Perdita, named after the liver spotted Dalmation from Dodie Smith’s The 101 dalmations, decided to go for a ride on her liver chestnut. Before she left, because she was suffering from a small amount of indigestion, she decided that she would take a dose of liver salts. The indigestion was caused she felt from her meal of the previous night which consisted of liver and liver sausages. She liked calves liver but not lambs fry but it had proved to be far too rich a meal. It always tended to make her feel a little liverish. She avoided alcohol as she was determined that she was not going to suffer from liver rot as ย her father had.

She went to the livery stables to saddle up her horse. It was a beautiful day for a ride and she loved seeing the countryside outside of Liverpool still damp with the dewdrops of early morning. She particularly loved to find the small flowerless plant with lobed leaves. She didn’t know why she felt so happy when she found liverwort but when she did she would dismount and eat her picnic , liverwurst sandwiches being the sandwich of choice. Today as she munched with delight on her sandwich she thought of The Rocky Horror Show which she was going to see for the fifth time tonight. She just loved Reg Livermore in the lead as Dr Frankenfurter.

She again mounted her horse. She had a lot to get done before the play tonight. Her beauty treatment was most important. She was having special therapy to remove the loathed liver spots from the back of her hand and she was also supposed to be having a blood check to make sure that she didn’t have liver flukes after eating all those improperly cultivated snails. Such a busy day. ย She had best get on.

 

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About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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11 Responses to LIOLI: Liver

  1. M. R. says:

    Well … I could’ve wished you to stick a little more closely to the topic, but I suppose this will do.
    [grin]
    Yer a madwoman, Irene! – just love it !!! ๐Ÿ˜€

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  2. Sherri says:

    Ha Ha! This did make me laugh Irene, very clever…although I am feeling just a tad liverish now… ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  3. Lol Whoops was so excited to post my liver addition fergot to tell ya’ how much I enjoyed this…fun post-enjoyed readin Live(r)y tale.

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  4. Dysu, you delivered me another good liverly laugh. Cheers IW

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