https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2018/sep/03/sad-summers-over-18-ways-to-keep-the-health-humour-and-happiness-of-your-holiday-alive

4 Take a detour on your commute

Emrah Düzel, a professor of cognitive neuroscience at University College London, is studying the health benefits of combining novel experiences with physical activity, particularly in relation to dementia and cognitive decline in old age. Combining physical activity with the exploration of novel environments or novel social interactions – even something as simple as walking around a new city – “stimulates a lot of plasticity in the brain”. Think of this as holiday plasticity, which gets lost when we return to work. But even small changes could help to keep that sensation active and let you capitalise on your “new neurons”. Try walking or cycling to work a different way, or leave home early and break your journey for a walk in a park.

Three poems on peace and war

Poems by Adrian Mitchell

I will get 27 pence if you buy this large book .So  read my blog

Where’s your cursor~
Oh,we all curse here.

Is that a vertical rat?
No it’s a sculpture.
Of what?
A vertical rat

I’ve lost my chromebook
Don’t worry, the library has loads
But are they chromes?
Maybe chromosomes
I can’t  type on a chromosome!
Try a fountain pen then

Why  are you sitting on a laptop?
To show it it is not what it thinks

A laptop is nice for humans as well
But you may need a big one

Through my salt, through my grievous assault
On what?
My dinner
It’s not even human
We’re cannibals here, you know.
I never knew that
You are not our type

Bay, Father.
No, it’s dogs that bay
On the moon!

I went to Whitby and asked for fish and chips with no fish.
Why bother to travel all that way just to to eat chips?
It’s the thought that counts, besides my old man loved fish… that is to eat, not to marry.
Whitby had a smokery where they  made kippers.What they made them from I have no idea but my husband liked them
They also had a wonderful pork pie shop.
When I was a child and we went to Blackpool, we passed cafes with pork pies in the windows and I longed with utter depravity to eat one.But we always took sandwiches.Then when my Dad died, we had little pork pies after the Funeral.But did he really need to die just so I could eat a pork pie?
I don’t see any that look edible these days and I am not going to make one.
Sausages are alright though.

The phone rang and a voice said, is that you?
I said, it’s me.
He said, who are you?
I said,I’ve not figured that out yet.
He said, are you  pulling my leg?
I said, I can’t even see your leg!
He said, do you fancy eating owt tonight?
I said, eeh, you’re from Manchester!
But it was just a spelling mistake.
He was trying it on.
Whatever it is

On “Arrivals” you may   see “Heaven”
Follow not Hell’s flames
Go  sing and hum
When  the manic are dumb
We give will  a wide berth
As it is so self centred
Weave us  new prayers
For our failing hearts
And forgive us our restlessness
As we forgive thus who are restless with us
By rivers and sea shores
On grass and on gravel
On sand and on rocks

Amen
Oh, women
What then?