You who with your serenading
Won my love and took my heart
Come now to the assignation
When   both you and I  shall part

You who with your humour loving
Gave affection and delight
Oh, now let me see you  coming
Just once more,to then depart

After birth and after losing,
We must grow without insight
Nothing knowing , nothing choosing
We are led to darkness bright.

Dear All

I have to write this as and when.I have just found I can do hundreds of courses free on Open Culture.So I shall not send any presents this year just a guide to which courses you might like.
Well.I went out this morning and caught the bus.Not in a fishing net,ahah.The driver was very nice.I can’t recall much more.Anyone Robert has asked me to buy some more makeup.Either that or he will leave home for ever.The problem is finding the right colour.The lady in Boots thought I was Ivory but it made me look like a ghost.So we settled on beige.Bloody beige.Pardon me,I hate beige but had to agree it covered up the many strange spots and marks I have acquired.If only Rob had bought me a silk pillow case 20 years ago,how different I might look.He said he’s never heard of them
I propose 2018  should be the year when all married men  or lovers are forced to study fabric,sheets, and other niceties.That will give me a chance to steal Rob’s tools and his models and see what I can invent.
To  give you more news,my son is going to Russia for a holiday.Better than the West Bank,ahaha.I hope.I see that WP uses the term Palestinian Territories as we have the honour of a couple of readers from there.I may write bad letters but it takes their minds off the Bedouins’ schools being razed to the ground,as it were.Why should Bedouins go to school? They were in the Negev before schools were invented.Oh,dear.
My daughter has just got a Ph.D in Anglo-Saxon.I wonder what  kind of job she will get? Serving in Lidl’s? Washing fruit in Holland.Who knows.Maybe she will publish her thesis and it will sell like Harry Potter.Though few people in Britain can understand Anglo-Saxon despite that they are English [ so they claim].So I guess she will have to write a novel about bondage like Shifty Shades of Mauve.I do like mauve very much.It looks lovely with my blue lips and eyes.I have a mauve dress and some pyjamas.I judge by what I see here in the Town that pyjamas are acceptable for shopping in when topped by a fake fur coat or a faux acrylic biker jacket.
I don’t know what my husband would think if I wore those kind of things.He bought me some blue tights once.He said there were no blue stockings.I was glad as I hate suspenders.
It was hell menstruating with those and the gigantic brown knickers with irremovable hard bits where blood refused to come out of the fabric.Of course, the Bishop forbade us to use tampax as we would lose out virginity.How daft can those men get?Alas,very daft indeed.How can a Bishop know what it’s like to bleeding menstruate when you have to hide all the rubbish till the men go out and then we had  rush in and put them on the fire.They didn’t do much good to the fire.I ask you! It shows that Christianity is nothing to do with Jesus.It’s concerned with blood,death,virginity and secrecy.What does that tell us? I don’t know either.It was hard washing those knickers and we only changed them once a week.In those days we still had pubic hair and as baths were bad for us,we could lie in bed picking off the dried blood clots unti day 7 when we had a bath.

I seem to have wandered away so I shall leave you here waiting for more thrilling feasts of words… look in the free dictionary.
I have to polish the kettle and kill some flies now.Then decide on my pudding. Yoghurt, tinned fruit or a walnut whip.Or rice pudding with raisins and cream set with gelatine in a mold and turned out onto a big plate.Until we eat it.It won’t last long here.Not like that boring old tinned custard and prunes.Who ever ate a prune willingly? The constipated pain wracked patient, that’s who
Cheers

Kristy and cat

Where do we draw the line, who has the power?
The man who offers actresses a role
If he can take them and their little flowers

Or is the  beauty of a woman  soured
If she thinks men ‘s behaviour rather droll?
Where do we draw the line, who has the power?

As from the magazines, dour faces glower.
As women all across the Western world shout “foul”
He can’t possess them or their glorious flowers

We like to blame the victims,girls not ours
They should beat men off with metal trowels
Where do we draw the line, who has the power?

And in the background, secret rapists cower
They live by proxy hearing victims howl
They can’t love  or  touch the  hidden flowers

All across the world, men like to prowl
If only they were dogs that merely growled.
Where do we draw the line, who has the power?
Here is the daftest man who self devours!

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46568/planetarium-56d2267df376c

Daily Telegraph:Hurricane Brian

There was a  programme on TV last year about the Jews who survived the Concentration Camps.One was a man  whose mother was about 17 when she was released.She married and he as born when she was 19.He’s been having psychotherapy for 40 years.
So we wonder can those few European Jews ever recover fron their collective trauma.Of course Jews had already been murdered  or massacred in many other places.
But from a different perspective,we might ask,have we the Europeans recovered from learning what evil we could do to  other human beings? Or have we repressed it? Certainly the Jews already in Britain were safe,Yet many were turned away,And Germany,France,  and other “highly civilised” countries seemed happy to ” cooperate ” with the Nazis.Surely we have not accepted  our guilt.Nor done much to come to understand how these things happen

I was taken aback,shocked, by hearing a friend say with relish, if the Muslims don’t watch out we will treat them like the Jews were treated.As if that were a good thing.
I think one factor is that many of us don’t know many Jews and even if we do, would  we talk like that?
Taking it at a  personal level, if we injure someone they have to recover in whatever way they can,but don’t we?To admit we have deliberately hurt someone is very  hard.And in doing that we have become a different person.To recover from our actions,how do we do that? Because we are harmed by doing harm to others.We don’t recover by mere Confession and Absolution.
Virtue is its own reward is more meaningful than we may  think.I find I do feel better if I don’t send the angry email  or if I refrain from gossip.We must not take it so far that we let others injure us, though,And boasting of our virtue is not a bright idea.
Has Europe ever recovered from a  century of wars and murder on a scale previously unimaginable? I think not.
Can it recover? I don’t know

https://www.bestvpn.com/wpa2-wifi-not-secure/

“Is It Time to Panic?

Yes and no. This is a very serious vulnerability, which affects almost every WiFi user. It makes all our data insecure and could be used by malicious actors to launch wide-scale disruptive attacks on online communities.

On the other hand, there are some silver linings:

• Attacks can be carried out only in close proximity to a WiFi network. The fact that remote attacks are not possible will necessarily limit the amount of damage that a malicious entity can do.
• Connections to HTTPS websites remain secure. This almost certainly means sensitive data such your bank details, online shopping details, and emails are secure.
• Connections protected by a Virtual Private Network (VPN) are secure.

It should also be noted that some devices are affected worse than others:

• Android 6.0 (Marshmallow) and Linux devices are particularly badly affected, as they’re also vulnerable to an additional bug. This results in the encryption key being rewritten to all-zeros, which makes it trivial to hack.
• Windows and iOS devices are the least badly affected because they implement WPA2 in a non-standard way (that, incidentally, violates the 802.11 standard).”

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I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do. -Leonardo da Vinci