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Rosaria’s husband ‘Joe’ was somewhat philosophical in matter of life’s happiness versus seeking material improvements, and with his wife and another baby on the way, could not imagine it getting any better. He moved his small fishing business to Gozo from Valetta after his marriage but fished in the same waters as before. Fish is fish, no matter in what part of the world, he figured, and eating fish with his loving wife added even more to his enjoyment. Rosaria was born in Gozo and had a large extended family. They had welcomed him as one of their own. In fact, they more or less all fished from the same waters, drank from the same well, and pulled the same carts. It was agreed by all that Joe was bringing fresh blood to Gozo, a renewal of spirit as well as an extra boat. It had Joe beat that there were some that apparently wanted something more and would leave for different shores. Some went so far away; they would never be seen again. In Rosaria sister’s departure, they had Skype. Joe figured that Skype was just another form of a depth finder. If a depth finder could find him schools of flounder, Skype was just another step up from that. Instead of flounder, Skype found Rosaria in Gozo all the way from the Azzopardi family in Australia’s Rockdale.
The name Rockdale found some joy at Rosaria’s and Joe’s family when translated from English. It sounded as if taken from a Gozon village. ‘A dale made of Rocks’, perhaps not unlike Gozo? Gozo was mainly rocks as well. Was Rockdale an even better and a lovelier place than Gozo, pondered Rosaria? Would Rockdale also have the people of their village come around? Hzanna Azzopardi from Rockdale did say they lived not far from the ocean but did not say if they also held watch for incoming fishing boats. They did eat fish which they had with fried strips of potato. It was called ‘fish and chips’. Rosaria was most curious if they ate on the outside near the water’s edge. Did they eat with many people? Did they cook the fish on the beach? How many friends did they share the food with? How was the wine? Who did the most laughing? Did their neighbours grow their own wine in those Rockdale dales?
Hzanna said they made friends with some Sicilian people, the Mamone family who had been in Australia for nearly twenty years. They had bought a large house made from bricks and even had veneer. It had a nice garden. The husband grew own tomatoes. They knew some people who made their own wine too. Hzanna seemed happy on those Skype excursions and her two grown up children were certainly doing well. Thanks to her son studying IT, they had Skype and did see each other regularly on a computer.
No matter what Joe saw on Skype, he didn’t see Rockdale as a tempting place to go to or that his life of fishing with his soft Rosaria and her yielding thighs (and baby on the way) could possibly ever be improved upon. No, going to another country wasn’t attractive nor in his sights. Joe’s life was just too busy and full. He was also somewhat mystified about the people from Rockdale and the brick veneers. The houses seemed far apart and neighbours couldn’t see each other. They did not want to be seen. They want ‘privacy’, Hzanna told Rosaria. That’s what people like here, living in brick veneers, she added. Joe and Rosaria certainly thought it different.
will be continued.

I love a good fishing story…
😉
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I finally read Gez’ story, so I now know why Hung was talking about tomatoes and Big M about brick veneer…
All the same, I have to say I liked it, also it was just the right length as I don’t like anything too lengthy on the net, real books can be as long as they like, the longer the better.
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Ahhhh…’yielding thighs’. I’m with Atomou, don’t know what it means, but sounds pretty damned good, with, or without a veneer of bricks.
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Yes, it’s out there, in the same league as:
nipples that defy gravity,
the face that launched a thousand ships,
eyes that sizzle the soul,
ear lobes whose taste would compare to the daintiest morsel on the table of the gods,
a butt that would make a gazelle cry with envy…
Gosh! I’m beginning to remember what that fuss about lust was all about.
Faintly, that is!
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Big M, maybe Gez is remembering some Maltese woman with thunder thighs, ‘yielding thighs’ might actually be a Maltese expression , better just jump over them…do a bit of pole-jumping…
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No, we don’t want thunder thighs, I think I’ll stick with the gorgeous Mrs M, and not be seduced by some Maltese marvels.
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Hung, is it not too cold for tomatoes? Has Tutu got them growing in some kind of greenhouse?
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No. Tomatoes can be grown most of the year down here apparently. But I tell you Helvi, they have a great taste. Anyhoo I harvested some out of my yard that look pretty good, not as good as Tutu’s but still okay. 🙂
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Nice word order Gez. Tutu is growing her own tomatoes and brings some over every week. They have a lovely flavour and I add them to meals to get my serves of veggies in.
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Whatdayamean, Hungsie? Growing tomatoes now? How does she do it?
I like the “yielding thighs,” Gez. Not that I know what you mean…
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She plants them in the ground. That’s the extent of my knowledge on the issue 🙂
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ato, looks like Tutu’s tomato plants are high-yielding, she has enough for Hung as well…
Daughter’s little puppy dog messed up my Bunnings vegie boxes, pity as my herbs and lettuces were growing up nicely…I have start again…
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