He got divorced as he could not bear Lynn
He could not get free to roam
He was such a rotter,damn
Some flew,Hugh trekked
Could you cope in Argon?
He stole Joanna’s berg.
He leads her by the knows
He was too loose for her.
I envy Enna.
The hamster,damn..
He kept his head in Bury.
And as glass goes, he went.
He’s done Dee already
Don’t tell Aviv.
How about we go Haifa?
I will not love a man till I can sail to Gaza without asking ,Is Raoul in?
Who is Ray ‘ell?
Don’t Bask all night, we can’t leave Kat alone here.
Oh,my pyre knees.
Why not dun caster?
It’s Hull in here.
My clothes were chic long ago
The lost angels knees
He tried he could not Do it right
Like Leonard Cohen? Don’t we all?
I just can’t fill a delph here and is inium there?
She ate butter in cups
Yeah, she chewed her lip nervously in Amsterdam
You’re daffy ,Della
What is the plural of my lover?
To a lover
From a lover
In a lover
Out a lover
Get a lover
Ditch a lover
What another?
Not an other!
Mary was getting dressed on a wet October morning.The cycling shorts she had never worn alone made a warm extra layer under her green cotton trousers.On top she wore a red tunic and also some green plastic earrings were glued to her little pink ears
She saw Annie who had just rung the new door bell
My goodness,Mary, you look different.Where on earth did you get those earrings? she said enviouslyy
I made them, myself out of the tops of those plastic milk containers from the supermarket.
I say,you’re not that poor are you?Anne asked her kindly
It’s not what is real,it’s how you feel,
Mary replied poetically as she sometimes enjoyed a bit of fun and teasing a friend gently.
No,said Annie it’s It’s not what you feel,it’s what is real.
And how do we know what is real? Mary asked her with deep curiosity her eyes glowing in a deep shade of teal blue.
Well,I know you had a reasonably good job so you must have more than just your state pension.You may be giving more than a tithe to Charity.Is that wise?
No,Mary cried,but I want to…I like to do it.
Oh,dear,Annie said.By the way you will need a coat, it’s much colder.I hope you’ve not given all your coats to Oxfam like Stan once did with his shoes.
Thanks,Mary smiled with her voice.I still have twenty two coats of all colours,A bit like Joseph in the Bible.
At the bus stop Mary met Tom who lived round the corner in a semi detached villa with a an extension,conservatory and downstairs shower room.He had fallen over again and bruised his face but still looked quite handsome with his dark hair and Irish eyes.
Maybe you need to pick up your feet more,Mary whispered to him .
What a strange expression that is,.I wonder who invented it.It’s amazing how wise our ancestors were.They invented writing and cooking and philosophy.We are going backwards.
Thus Mary passed her day,talking to friends and musing on the meaning of words and sentences. and making herself jewellery from mundane objects she noticed on her walks.Not to mention cleaning the loo and putting all her old Xmas cards into bags for recycling.
Since from the natural numbers 1,2,3,4,…… we can get to the strange transcendental numbers pi and e and the fact that there are different orders of infinity does that prove God exists ?she asked Tom plaintively.
Well,not prove,but suggest, she qualified her theory
I don’t know what you are on about,hinny,he responded.
Nobody ever saw pi in a burning bush although I have seen pies burn in a halogen oven more than twice
That is a totally different order of reality,she told him sweetly.
Wow,Mary, many men don’t like extremely clever women you know.
Which men are those ? she asked wonderingly, as her peaches and cream complexion glowed with health and her eyes peeped out like a kitten’s when it just woke up
I don’t mind myself,he said,I like smart women
.it’s possible men need to feel superior otherwise they lose their confidence. and then they are in big trouble.But what about women’s confidence……Tom reflected further.
Maybe women don’t need confidence so desperately much,Mary sighed.
They looked at each other and smiled.The sun came out and the trees were glowing in red and gold as the bus came down the hill looking like some chariot from a myth as the sun hit the windows at an obtuse angle.
Some people with whom Mary had taught with were very confident even when all their students failed and their books were never published.So confidence must be misleading as many brilliant or creative people have none at all.Except Picasso!
He had both creativity and confidence and a genius forbending space to his will
But why, say all of us?
“The heart has its reasons ” Pascal
I have a patio with 2 steps into the garden between shrubs so I have put some tubs of shrubs and a clothes airer, there not to mention some plastic buckets and a broom..So no human being can easily go down there.I can’t unless I have my sister here or a friend
If the dogs come in then they will have to go out wherever they got in or be air lifted out.
Mary was just running out of the front door when she realised she had not combed her hair.She looked around and found a small brush labelled,”For nubuck and suede shoes”.Peering into the old mirror she ran it though her gold and silver hair,powdered her nose with her Estee Lauder natural beige foundation in powder form and slapped some coral lipstick on with haste.. and accuracy.
Right,that’s it,she thought.Enough to show willing.
She met her old friend Maureen at the bus stop.
Have you been seeing Joel again? Maureen asked naughtily.
No,I’ll be damned if I see him again,Mary said shyly.He told me he was living alone in a large house up the hill, then I met him with his wife.Who was he trying to fool?
Maybe he hoped you would not notice?
Not notice what,her wedding ring?
Luckily the bus came down the road and stopped beside them.They jumped on and ran to the back. for a gab.
Are you going shopping? Maureen asked.
No,I am going to take some photos of the jazz band playing on the pavement by the bank… but I told Stan I was going to the pharmacy to buy some Vaseline….
Why,does he not like you taking photos?
Not when an old boyfriend of mine is in the band.
Exactly how old is the boyfriend?
About 69 I guess.
Well he’s not that old!
He is an ex I should have said.I knew him in primary school and used to ride his tricycle.He was my first love.We were only 5 years old.I think it was his red curls and the tricycle that attracted me… but we split up when we were 6.
Surely Stan would not be jealous;it is 63 years ago,
And to me it was like last year!Well. you know time does not exist in the Unconscious.
How wonderful.
Yes and no.Good memories can be there but also pain can seem as if it just happened even when it is from 50 years ago.
Have you had a lot of men admiring you,dear?
How would I know?There could be thousands if they were too shy to speak.
You know what I mean!
Not so many.. I had my second when we were 10.He had golden hair and long eye lashes and lots of games in boxes.He was very sweet but we were to young to be engaged so I decided to give men up and study mathematics instead as that has its own icy beauty…
Wel,,nice meeting you.Have you dyed your hair;it’s got brown streaks.
Oh,dear,Mary thought.Is it shoe polish? But who polishes suede shoes nowadays?
Stan was following Mary on his Face Bike.He was watching her from behind the bike racks in front of the HSBC Bank…
Mary had had many bikes in her life.. what would a fortune teller make of that,he asked himself.
Still,she had no idea Stan was nearby as she wandered nonchalantly along the grey pavement in her Rosella dress and Gabor suede Mary Janes..
Now then, where shall I go to take the photos,she thought…maybe I’ll sit outside this Coffee Shop and pretend to feel faint if anyone asks me to buy coffee…
she opened her bag and took out her Kindle Paperwhite… she was reading,
Creative Imagery and Healing… and also Cars and Peace by Leo Wholeshaw.. a futuristic novel set in North London.In the first chapter a grandmother has been beheaded in North London.
That’s a bit far fetched,Mary had thought when she read it but in fact Wholeshaw had been right on the ball when he wrote his e book and self published it on Cramuzon for £3.89…
I wonder if I’d like to write a novel, Mary mused… just then she saw Stan on the other side of the road talking to a blonde bombshell dressed all in pink.
I see,she thought.He didn’t know I’d be here as the pharmacy is half a mile away.
Who is watching whom?Well.the morals be lacking but my grammar is incorrect, damn it!
And so swear of us
Last Thursday I got up at 2 am to pee.I’ve had vertigo for a while.I fell and hit the back of my head on the corner at the junction of two walls.I didn’t realise how bruised it was till I went to bed the next night.Then at 6 am I had an attack of variant angina.Luckily I had my bag near me
These events happened after my neighbour came to my door as her dogs were in my garden. actually they came into the house.They have 6 dogs,2 are living in a shed.These two have been here before and I didn’t mind as they are big but friendly ;but she came round and yelled at me saying my fence is not strong enough.Why do people with 4 adult kids want 6 dogs in a suburban street?
I am thinking of building a wall. with snipers on it.The Cold War lives again
The irony is that my end fence is actually in their garden which is L shaped.I have no access to it from here as there is a shed and a compost heap.My garden is very narrow as it is in a terrace with no side access but it is long [120 feet]
I am afraid to go down there now alone as my vision and my legs are such I might fall… of course the dogs might help me if they found me but otherwise when I’ve been ill and not gone out for weeks noone has rung my bell and asked if I am ok
I apparently turned white and looked as if Imight faint.She then said she didn’t like to leave me like that… did she come back to check?NO
She knew her husband would be angry at her
Then I had the dangerous night
As I am still suffering from the bruising to the back of my head and the vertigo is worse I’ve been recommended not to use my brain much for a while.
So I must stop writing .
Meanwhile I am wondering whether to buy a lot of boulders to put all across the end of my garden and some dog repellent.I am not happy for someone who insults me and attacks me to come through my home and then walk two muddy footed dogs through.
All the dogs are pedigree.I wonder if they are breeding them.;they often get very close to the boundaries of the law… like taking water for their pool fro a fire hydrant
Any ideas for keeping dogs out.A new fence must be built from their side.Suppose they get a St Bernard dog.Must I then provide an even higher fence?
Some dogs get under fences of course.
Any ideas welcome
I am regarded by my other neighbours as a kind, helpful and caring person.But may be that is a mistake.I should look belligerent and buy a nasty looking fierce dog which frightens everyone.
Last Thursday I got up at 2 am to pee.I’ve had vertigo for a while.I fell and hit the back of my head on the corner at the junction of two walls.I didn’t realise how bruised it was till I went to bed the next night.Then at 6 am I had an attack of variant angina.Luckily I had my bag near me
How my heart sings 