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Another E-Mail.

Hells bells and Cockleshells and pretty maids all in a row.  As I read this I realised that this was the children’s poem, Mary, Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockleshells and pretty maids all in a row. Now I wondered who or what would send me such a piece of rhyme. This was not from the Governor, I doubt if the Governor or Lucifer would know such children’s rhymes.

Now I am sure that it was not the devil that sent me the first E-Mail telling me to make a weekly report on the goings on in Hell. Were you, one of the readers of my short pieces of prose responsible for the E-Mails, if so please stop my mail server is limited and if I get too many Mails they will put me off and that means either getting another server and a new address for my electronic post. Please stop this nonsense at once. The first time was a joke. OK I can take a joke with the best of them. But stop now. No more such E-Mails or I will have to ask for a new address and that is not my idea of fun.

Many found my first post. The Governor. To be funny others thought it nonsense or rubbish if that is the better word to use. So no more Hells stories from me unless the devil himself comes to visit me and tells me of the goings on in Hell. Mind you I would like him to visit then I would know that Hell really exists and is not from the fantasy of an overworked brain. If you have any evidence that such a place called Hell exists somewhere up in space please let me know about it. Bern.