There’s no doubt that Lynnelle was the Queen of Chutney Makers in her gated community. Her chutney-making skills were legend. In fact half the gated community would ask that if they got the ingredients, would she make the chutney. Of course Lynnelle always said yes. And so it was that her kitchen, dining room and sitting room stank of white vinegar, and malt vinegar, and cider vinegar, and wine vinegar, and every other type of vinegar, for a good four to five months of the year.
Every week in autumn she would sell her chutneys at the Saturday village market. It didn’t take long for the chutneys made during the week to be sold. Someone suggested she raise the prices but Lynnelle said “it was a community service”.
When a new person arrived in the gated community she heard of Lynnelle’s generosity, and without asking turned up with boxes of vegetables and various ingredients and said she had heard Lynnelle made chutney for nothing and she wanted some. Lynnelle said goodness gracious that’s a lot of vegetables! This lot will take me more than a week to make. And indeed it was a lot and must have cost a packet at the greengrocers.
The new neighbour, whose name was Nancy, said she didn’t like the chutney. She didn’t hand it back either. She kept it and demanded that Lynnelle compensate her for the expensive vegetables that had been squandered.
Lynnelle and the entire neighbourhood told Nancy to go take a running jump. Nancy was last seen at the Saturday village market selling homemade chutney for an exorbitant price.
No good deed goes unpunished?
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LOL – are you speaking from experience? Someone once gave me a crate of wine!
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Ooops!
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I’m just a wee bit surprised that Lynnelle didn’t make Nancy one more batch using her own “vegetables.”
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I wish someone would!
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Chutney Queen! So ace!
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Thank you Nick. I taught a Nick Reeves – was it you?
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Oh, that one, sir, was an imposter!
How bewildering to imagine another Nick Reeves! Quite unsettling. I wish him well.
(I’ve never been to NZ or US – as far as I know, Bruce!)
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Glad to know you are the real thing. I remember once seeing my name on the Washington DC Vietnam War Memorial!
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Every brush with business I’ve ever had has led me to believe that there are an awful lot of Nancy’s in the world.
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I think our experiences might be similar.
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That Nancy needs a visit from one of your other characters and be taught a thing or two.
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LOL. I shall attempt such a visit.
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I would be interested.
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Nancy is an embodiment of free trade and freedom, capitalism in other words, gone awry.
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Awry is the right word. Greed is another perhaps.
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Nancy’s lucky Lynnelle didn’t poison the chutney. She must not have ever read one of your stories before. Or is that the sequel in which Nancy goes to prison for selling poisoned chutney?
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Nancy has been selling poisoned chutney for years.
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Always thought there was something shifty about her.
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I think we all know a Nancy.
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Yes – Nancys are to be found under many a stone.
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I’m glad to read this stirring tale of community Bruce, I cheered as those neighbours told Nancy to sling her hook!
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Sling her hook is an expression I’ve never heard and shall certainly try to utilize!
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Chutney Queen! What a moniker! I liked that Lynelle told Nancy to go take a hike, and I can lay money on whose chutneys sold!
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I know whose chutney I’d buy (if I didn’t already make my own!)
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