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Dear Annette
I meant to write before but seeing you kept mentioning rubbish I had wondered if I should prune my blog and leave only the best poems here.However it is hard for me to decide,I don’t even remember many

I find I have to write a lot of so-so stuff before my mind and heart get working.It’s like exercise.But your letter was so funny,  it cheered me up.What a pity we live so far apart.
I miss getting letters with handwriting on them.Wondering whose it might be etc.Why don’t we do that?
I had problems with my homework too.I decided to do Double Maths at A level as it would not take so much time up and then I could read novels.I didn’t know why or how we should do Lit Crit yet the English teacher cried when I was not down for A level.
I can see now what a blessing it might have been but curiosity also led me into maths as well.To be honest it was somewhat boringly too easy.Ah, well
Life goes so quickly.I’m reading Plath’s Journals and I see how she worried away so much of her time.Too much for girls to decide too rapidly when they are so gifted yet also want a family.And her psychoanalyst was not fully qualified……. dangerous
I feel deprived of her later work yet many girls and boys have learned from it

What a  load of rubbish
Cheers

Mary and Emile and the old robin

The robin gave up waiting for your gifts
The seeded bread and bits of Cheddar cheese
Before I knew that time goes slow yet swift.

The sudden loss creates a fearful rift
Your honeyed skin is not for me to please
The robin gave up waiting for your gifts

How we drove, and I sang, then we kissed
Who’s that knocking on my door, we teased
Before we knew that time goes slow yet swift.

The  face I saw each morning, now I miss
And walking by the lily pond and trees.
The robin gave up waiting for your gifts

In my sense of self, I sense a rift
Like the   absence of the sea from Winchelsea
Before I learned that time goes slow  then swift

Remember that scared skylark  and the bees
The hot cracked earth, dried grass, my memories.
The robin gave up waiting for your gifts
Then I  found that time had gone so swift.

Many  years ago we were going to Norfolk at Easter.We both for flu so were delayed by 4 or 5 days.I still had a very painful throat.On Good Friday there was a programme on about Simone Weil.I don’t know if it was  TV or radio.Anyway, it cured me

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissism_of_small_differences

“The term appeared in Civilization and Its Discontents (1929–30) in relation to the application of the inborn aggression in man to ethnic (and other) conflicts, a process still considered by Freud, at that point, as a convenient and relatively harmless satisfaction of the inclination to aggression.^[3] For Lacanians, the concept clearly related to the sphere of the Imaginary: the narcissism of small differences, which situates envy as the decisive element in issues that involve narcissistic image.^[4] American psychiatrist Glen O. Gabbard has suggested that Freud’s narcissism of small differences provides a framework to understand that in a loving relationship, there can be a need to find, and even exaggerate, differences in order to preserve a feeling of separateness and self.^[5]

In terms of postmodernity, Clive Hazell argues that consumer culture has been seen as predicated on the narcissism of small differences to achieve a superficial sense of one’s own uniqueness, an ersatz sense of otherness which is only a mask for an underlying uniformity and sameness.^[6] The phenomenon has been portrayed by the British comedy group Monty Python in their satirical 1979 film Life of Brian and by author Joan Didion in an essay (part of her 1968 book Slouching Towards Bethlehem) about Michael Laski, the founder of the Communist Party USA (Marxist–Leninist).^[7]”

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I went into a coffee bar and asked for a black coffee.They said I was a racist
They said I was stupid for wanting an irrational number of cakes.
I went to Burnt Oak to register my husband’s death.Then they had the nerve to ask if I wanted him buried or cremated.
I went to the hospital for an X-ray.They said I didn’t look as if I was 18,I should bring my mother.So I said, with or without the coffin
I wanted a Burning Bush at the funeral but God said he don’t come here anymore.
I offered a lamb chop up as a sacrifice.God said, I may be dead but I’ve not shrunk.
I asked for a toasted beef sandwich but they said it takes too long to toast beef.
We went into a car park but it had very few amusements and no grass.No cars either.
We opened the car door with a coat hanger once when we lost the keys.Now with this electronic system,  what could we use instead?
I rang my own doorbell last night as I felt so lonesome.Then it fell off the door.So I told myself it was lucky I had come by as I knew how to fix it.It’s just glued on like ethics are on politicians.
I saw a spider in the bath so I told it, it can only have 2  baths a week.
My neighbour gave me a blank look.So I filled it with laughter,

Short trench coat

I have an old book about style and clothes.It was written about 30 years ago.Instead of trying to make us get more and more stuff, the writer claims you can get by on very little.
I pair of trousers and one skirt made of needlecord [For any season]
I trenchcoat
1 blouse and skirt in an Indian print.
Next I’ll write about what she reommends for women

“This guy was climbing a tree when suddenly he slipped, then grabbed at a branch and was hanging there. After an hour or so had passed he felt himself getting exhausted and looked up to the heavens and cried out: “God, help me, please, help me.”
All of a sudden the clouds parted and a voice boomed out from on high. “Let Go!” said the voice.
The guy paused and looked up at heaven once more, then said: “Is there anyone else up there?””