© douglas M. MacIlroy
“Jacques, Come to dinner this instant.” Annoyance filled his mother’s voice.
“What’s up with you ?” Her husband asked mildly.
“Jacques has not taken that diving helmet off all day. Jules Vern really does have a lot to answer for.”
“Com’on love. It can’t be that bad. Learning not to be claustrophobic could be a good attribute for Jacques to learn.”
“Don’t be stupid. He’d be better learning his tables than hiding his sister under the pillows and pretending he’s diving in the ocean depths.”
“He’ll grow out of it.” He reassured as he answered the door.
“Parcel delivery. Mousieur Cousteau?”
For Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle and the photo prompt is copyright an curtesy of Douglas M. MacIlroy.
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.
Dear Irene,
Thank heavens Jacques didn’t outgrow it. 😉 Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle. Yes I’m glad he didn’t outgrow it. We used to love his television programme as kids. Cheers Irene
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Haha…Oh I absolutely love this Irene…and I loved Jacques Cousteau. Great story…and now we know how it all began…fab!! 🙂 ❤
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Yes we loved him as well although we only got to see him when we went to Sydney on holidays as we didn’t have a TV in those days.
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I love the way you made the picture become real with Jaques Cousteau. And a good thing he trained early, too. I loved his films.
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Yes, I loved his television series but as we didn’t have a television at the time we only saw them when we visited my Grandmother in Sydney. Left a lasting impression though.
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Such a treat! Wonderful, wonderful. I wonder if the Cousteau family knows you got into their old journals?
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LOL. I was a fly on the wall….
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Really? I would have bet on a barnacle.
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LOL
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Great! Jacques definitely cured his phobia!
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Yes I think so unless he took lots of anti anxiety pills before a dive.
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Oh a good one! 😀
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Thanks. Was Jacques Cousteau big in India also?
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Yes we did watch a lot of him on TV 🙂
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good for him, he look for secrets of the seas
http://obliqview.blogspot.in/2016/06/terror-attack-photo-prompt-douglas-m.html
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Yes and taught us a lot about the underwater world.
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As Rochelle said… great he didn’t grow out of it…
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Couldn’t agree more.
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The world is lucky he did not out grow it. Imagine the discoveries we have made because of him.
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Yes the world is better for having him teach us about the underwater world.
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Great story. I used to love watching his show.
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Thanks. I loved his show too.
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