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May 2010

Poem: What Sort Of Guard Dog Are You Then?

What sort Of Guard Dog Are You Then? . . Go buy a guard dog people said ‘Cos it’s not good to live alone, But you won’t even bloody bark Unless I throw your squeaky bone. . When strangers knock, you rush to play, You lick the people in the park, But I was truly […]

I Wish You Love.

Good Morning Peeps, . Today everything is back to normal again. I am now up early writing to you and Big H will be up soon to take his medication, have something to eat and then take some more tablets. The beds are stripped and the rooms tidied. . Today is still a moody day, […]

Poem: The Clock Of My Life Is Racing.

The Clock Of My Life Is Racing. . . the clock of my life is either standing still or racing so quickly that time is flying . time is racing past at this particular moment because I shall soon be seeing you . .

Results Of Complaints About Kay Burley Upsetting Peter Andre.

Hey, . Greetings. . I was reading today about the recent results of the ‘Afternoon Live’ interview that the presenter Kay Burley had with Peter Andre. After the show was broadcast, hundreds of viewers were distressed at her treatment of him and complained about it. . She was accused of breaching the broadcasting rules when […]

Poem: Don’t Stop Believing.

Don’t Stop Believing. . . It is not a waste of time To wish upon a falling star Or hope against all the odds. It may be a rabbit’s foot And keeping your fingers crossed, But there is nothing wrong With keeping a candle in the window Or whistling in the dark. . .

Poem: New York Choices.

New York Choices. . . It was a day of change In the New York sunshine. Did she take the necklace With the blue and pink enamelling Or leave it there because of doubts Leading to regrets upon the morrow. Is it not like judging the vagaries Of vicarious feelings, against The strong needs of […]

Last Day Of The Holiday Today.

Hi, . I am up  a bit early again today and I have tidied up the living room, fed the birds and stacked the dishwasher. Well done me! . It is a strange looking day today because the sun is rising and shining beautifully in one part of the sky, which is a bright blue, […]

Poem: Waitress.

Waitress. . . She is always friendly With a welcome ‘How D’you Do’. A bone thin personality, But through pressure of family duty Rather then by dictate of fashion. Careworn and sinewy, with home dyed hair, It is the beauty of her changing eyes Flowing endlessly between grey and blue That sits permanently in my […]

I’m Enjoying Myself Lots.

G’Day Cobbers, . Oh  dear, I have gone all again. That is obviously evidence of too many barbies….I will be changing my name to Sheila next and drinking Fosters instead of ! We had a lovely barbie yesterday and everyone was well impressed with Big H’s new cooking ‘niques, both on the newer, bigger, all […]

Poem: Not Worth Doing.

Not Worth Doing. . . Don’t feel regret Or wish to replay, It is not worth it. We are all the same Once we reach that point Of looking back. We all wish that We’d had more sex And rounder heels. Now we must sit it out. . .