Source: Remembrance
This is a beautiful blog in reflective words and the talented artist’s own paintings.
Source: Remembrance
This is a beautiful blog in reflective words and the talented artist’s own paintings.
Mary decided to go to bed early,that is before 2 am.She sat down on the green velvet chair in the corner and took off her outer woollen woeven clothes which were pale pink and ready for the wash.As it was so cold she decided to leave her red damart thermal underwear on over which she donned a purple fleece nightgown and a mauve woollen bed jacket.She put some long green woollen bed socks on too and a tan sheepskin hat from East Norfolk.
By her bed were some sheepskin slippers. from Drapers of Glastonbury.After cleaning her teeth with her gas powered toothbrush she climbed into her bed and began reading Ted Hughes’ letters in a fat volume which she had had for a few years but never finished as she only read them in bed to save carrying the heavy book about.,Hecertainly knew how to write letters she murmured to herself.
Suddenly her door opened with a thud and a large ,handsome old man came into her bedroom looking puzzed and amazed.
Good evening,baby,he said.
Good evening,she replied slightly angrily as she was busy. reading.Why she’d had enough of all that with her husband and her ex lover Bill Clinton
Why are you wearing all that heavy clothing,?he asked nosily.
What’s it got to do with you? she demanded sarcastically
Well,it’s going to be hard to make love to you,he told her chastely with his loving eyes.
What on earth do you mean,Mary cried mysteriously.He came a bit closer and looked down at her face.
I’m terribly sorry,he said.I must be sleepwalking,
What number are you?78 she told him calmly.
Oh my,I am dyslexic.I should be at 87.
But how do you get in Mary asked him ,her face red with the warm clothes
.I just open the lock with a credit card,he replied intellectually.A policeman in Oxford showed me.It was the only useful thing I learned at the University
Well,while you are here would you mind making me some fresh tea.I am sweating so much I am dehydrated.Julius went into the teal and cream colored kitchen where he found all he needed.He got a tray and took the tea up to Mary just like her husband once did.Here you are,dear.he said kindlily.
OMG,you’re Stan, she shouted.
Sorry to disappoint you dear but I am Julius Tweezer from round the corner.
I didn’t know there was a corner,she said curiously…
I like your kitchen,he told her.My wife liked red but it was too bright for me so I left he .
I think that’s ridiculous,Mary cried.To get divorced over a red kitchen is really stupid.
Well,it’s less embarrassing in court than to say you are frigid,impotent a bully and mean as well,he said coyly.
Very cunning,Mary said,I didn’t know men were frigid and why were you so mean?
I am a hermaphrodite,actually ,he boasted.I don’t know why I am mean;it must be genetic like intelligence isn’t.
Well drink your tea and don’t think of England,she whispered.I am too old for all that,she lied gently
You look young to me,he faltered.It’s all in the mind.so they say.Suddenly a policeman came in wearing a floral apron
.Sorry,madam,he cried.This poor man has got lost and I have come to take him home
.You can take me home,Mary said flirtatiously.I’m only 32 and full of beans
.Madam ,control yourself.This is a Christian country.Which is odd as Jesus was not a Christian and never saw the Vatican and all that tat.
Well,Jesus would not mind,she bragged, because he understands women taken in adultery.
So you are married then,he asked sycofrantically
Well I have a wedding ring on but I’ve lost my husband,Mary yelped like a terrier at a foxhole.
They are a nuisance sometimes aren’t they , said the officer.He’s probably hunting rabbits by the old greenwood with Ted Hughes.You go to sleep now.He began to sing,”Golden Wonders kiss your eyes” and Mary was lulled to sleep under her old duvet and a thick acrylic and mohair rug she had knitted herself.Let’s hope she doesn’t wet the bed because she’s just had cystitis and drunk 3 pints of water.
What a funny day,mewed Emile.But nobody heard him except the mice in the wainscotting.He put on his hat and went into his basket with a rosary to play with or is it pray with?
Good night
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I went to the doctor, he said I’d pre-flu,
I said “my dear doctor what shall I do?”
Next time I went, he said “It’s pre- shock.”
And then I had pre measles,pre mumps and pre-pox
I ran to the doctor,he said ” You’re pre-well”
I said “Are you sure it’s not just a pre-quel?”
Next time I turned up,he’d gone out for a walk
It’s hard for a doctor who wants to pre-talk.
I went to the optician, who said I’m pre-blind
I thanked him for being so intensely unkind.
I went back to the doctor,and these words I said
“I’m pre -blind, pre-deaf,pre-ill and pre-dead

Is this sea green leaf a map,
Is this light red flower a map?
What sort of map is that?
Is the evening sky a map,
Is the silver moon a map?
Of what is that a map?
Is this entire world a map?
Is the sun-soaked sky a map?
Is this tiny child a map?
I think I am a map.
Who can learn to read these maps?
Without love we can’t perceive;
Who can teach us how to see?
Can we look beyond the Map?
Can we look into the gap?
What can Love,now, read?
What Love can we receive?
There was a late woman from Devon,
The angels liked her laptop computer
And asked B.T for some routers,
They need support,
So goes the report!
A new career dawns for tech tutors.

Gabriel sent Mary an email
To fill her in on the details.
“God’s mated with you,
I’ll email Joe too,
As we don’t want conception to fail”