A lamppost has been cut down and stolen from a footpath in Hertfordshire, police say.

The suspects used a hacksaw to cut down the lamppost on a path off Studio Way in Borehamwood at 10:30 GMT, Hertfordshire Police believes.

Dear All

Well, I must get on with this or it will  be Xmas before I know where I am.In fact I do not know yet where I am but Leibniz’s theory that we are all monads is looking good.Don’t ask me what a monad is.Just invent it.It means we have no community, no connections, no sharing.A bit like bricks.You can build a wall with them but they never talk and but for the cement, they would all fall over and make a big mess.
You could say, the government is removing the cement as that is the wish of the people.When we all fall down then they will have us made into dust.
Which reminds me, why not try Philip Pullman’s  new book as a Xmas gift? It’s about Dust but not as we know it.I loved his Dark Materials.No, that is not his suit!
Anyway, have you noticed how brilliant geniuses also seem odd? Newton invented Calculus but never told anyone until he heard Leibniz had done it too.So he was very put out.He managed to get most of the credit
That reminds me, don’t use a credit card at Xmas.Because then someone in  MI6 will be able to see all  you have bought and where… see what I mean? You may have quite accidentally bought all the ingredients for making a bomb.For example, an alarm clock seems innocent but if you also bought some Christmas Crackers it points a suspicious finger at you.Don’t buy any gunpowder.
The best way to shop is to go to the Bank and draw out some cash!Yipes!Money… then nobody will ever know what you do with it.
For my  New Year Resolution instead of going shopping on Saturdays, I am going to get £100  in notes and throw it out of my bedroom window when a gale is blowing.I might as well do that as buy all sorts of rubbish that I don’t need

However if you can’t control your buying, do this: only buy little cheap things like soap bars, socks, biros, tissues etc.That’s cheaper and just as satisfying as buying a down jacket and ten pairs of shoes.I should know as I have 24 down jackets and an infinity of shoes.I have even got some yellow shoes and a yellow down jacket.That’s one way of ensuring no man is an island.
Well, time to feed the twins.My daughter has gone to Australia and I have them for 3 weeks.They are only 8 months old and I am very anxious.The cat will be sad if  they die but she does have a singleton as well so here’s hoping I can get them onto Carnation milk while Genny is away.I didn’t really agree with her breastfeeding them but she liked it apart from the biting and scratching.Why they are almost human which is more than I can say for her.Her father might have been a milkman but that’s no excuse
Byeeee

Kristy

Bereavement left me  lonely and distraught
The maps I  used were no guide for this time
So love  seems dead, the left  feel mute, betrayed

The place where love once lived is now a void.
Yet even here a poet  can find new  lines
Bereavement left  me low, I felt destroyed

The thought of making love fills with distaste
To our own death, we seem to be resigned
For love  seems dead and we are mute, betrayed

Though we eat, our food has no real taste
Our meals  unbalanced lose thir past design
Bereavement leaves us lonely and destroyed

Yet on what narrative are such thoughts based?
The axioms can change, create new times.
Is love dread and how were we betrayed?

There can a meaning other than divine
Love’s down low  between these very lines
Bereavement   may not   totally destroy
Love may touch my heart , no demons’ toy

Your face is map enough for me,

Your gaze, your smile, your frown, your glee.

And if I want to know the rest

The shape your posture‘s made is best

For showing what your life is now.

A look, a gesture all this show.

Till who you are is then disclosed

And I am in your arms enrobed.

Love vanishes when analysed,

And thinking too

by  Love’s despised’

Choose the means to fit the end

And then I’ll be what you intend

Václav Havel

The relativization of all moral norms, the crisis of authority, the reduction of life to the pursuit of immediate material gain without regard for its general consequences—the very things Western democracy is most criticized for–do not originate in democracy but in that which modern man has lost: his transcendental anchor, and along with it the only genuine source of his responsibility and self-respect . . . . Given its fatal incorrigibility, humanity probably will have to go through many more Rwandas and Chernobyls before it understands how unbelievably shortsighted a human being can be who has forgotten that he is not God.

“Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy–for friendship’s sake.”
William Blake

Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream
Water washing down to  river wide
A field of daisies and wild grasses green

Inside my pulsing heart,  the blood did plead
That history and myth can take a ride
Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream

So lack of hope conspires to kill our dreams
And memories that lie can be no guide
To fields of daisies and wild grasses green

The silver birches light with sun’s soft beams
In their way, they are discreet disguise
Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream

About the cruelty  of human deeds
There is a library, shattered and demeaned
By fields of daisies and wild grasses green

Few can bear to enter and to read
What the minds of sufferers could mean
Through the barbed wire fence, they saw a stream

As Icarus was falling unperceived
Farmers tilled their meadows blithe, deceived
Through the barbed wire fence, we saw a stream
A field of daisies and wild grasses screamed