He said he wanted a battery for his hen!I thought it was clockwork.
The coast of England has been so battered by  the ocean it is leaving for a Shelter
.Is it  one  of those at Blackpool on the Prom?
You guessed!
A battery operated food whisk was unknown in Tudor times.This info is brought  to you by Raatchi and Paatchi.Don’t ask why.
Why not?

He’s been watching the TV all day.What does he think it is going to do? Mate with my laptop or apply for citizenship? Go out for a ramble? Emigrate? Shout, oh Exit!

I am cooking my sinner tonight.I reckon  I should throw  him in the fire.
To think Joan of Arc was only 19 when she was killed…. and I’ve lived here for 48 years.

I’d love a dead duck tonight
We don’t cook live ones
Do you curry  them?
They are too small to carry me.

Suppose all the ducks in London got together and  caught Doris Swanson
Why?
They’d cook her  for tea.
Is  she transgender
Yes, he is!
Make him deliver a joke  or otherwise the  post
The letters boxed
Did they knock him out?
How does one tell?
He would lie on the ground and not  move.
Shall I shoot him?
Why?
He moved!

https://theconversation.com/why-we-need-to-find-a-cure-for-social-death-59997

 

“These are the people who have died before they’re physically dead. Physical death, the degradation and eventual cessation of your ability to function as a body, comes later. Social death is the degradation and eventual cessation of your ability to function as a social being. It happens when you are set apart from the rest of humanity.

It happens when your legal protection and autonomy is profoundly impaired and you have almost no way of defending yourself. Your sense of belonging to a group, culture or place fades and eventually disappears under the pressure of your circumstances, while your roles in life, such as those associated with employment, family and community, are also broken.

Your inter-generational relationships along with your spiritual faith and hope diminish while your physical condition deteriorates. Most importantly, you have lost all meaningful social relationships and are considered valueless in the eyes of society. It is a reality faced by many experiencing profound poverty, chronic illness, homelessness, advanced dementia and forced migration. And by its very nature, it is a reality which is widely ignored.”

In a household  large live twelve live beings
Six are human, six are cats and dogs
So in my garden now what am I seeing?
Death to hedgehogs, worms and tiny frogs

The Chinese dogs so strong and buoyant  roam
Across  my garden where they seek my touch
Alas  they don’t respond to , please go home
As my garden is so deep and rich

Apparently it is my  fault that they get in
I should erect new fence  or build a wall
I’d better  suit St Bernard’s from Berlin
I wonder if three metres high ends brawls?

The fence is not accessible to me
If I should die   please tell the BBC

In the little shed, lost twigs of hawthorn rot
The hedgehogs and the slow worm are red hot
The sun has dried the planks , the wood is cracked
And by a thunderstorm it’s now been smacked

Hidden, hard to reach  earth’s  wildness lives
And from the  nearby compost  comes  more warmth
Ripe with beetles,ants and banned to man
In this small venue, life can carry on

Yet now I see large dogs who run about
They come into  this sacred place  like louts
The wasps may sting, the ants may irritate
The farmer cocks his gun across the  gate.

 

My little secret garden is destroyed
Then by angry neighbours I’m annoyed

Bright sun
Paints a shadow picture
On the white wall
Dried stems
Of Michaelmas daisies
A leaf caught in a cobweb sways
To and fro.
I gaze.
Silence.