Mary spills the cream

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Mary was reading a very interesting blog called London postcode by postcode  They had reached London N9 and she had got rather bogged down there even though she had not fallen into the Marshes around the River Lea where once the Danes had sailed as Invaders. They would find it very hard to invade us now as the River Lea  seems to have shrunk

So lyrical, there are parks and green space,s dirt and mud. Wright’s flour Mill in Ponders End and possibly a lot of illegal immigrants eating Canada geese  according to folk myth and racist’ ideas.Canada goose do tend to breed rather excessively and anyway, why  are they here in Britain without visas

 

black-and-white-1305967_1920Mary discovered that her favourite poets John Keats had been apprenticed to a doctor in Edmonton and here is the house where he stayed.There is also  a house where Charles and Mary Lamb lived for many years; they are buried in the church graveyard nearby.The church is 15th century and is rather beautiful. there was a hero  from World War II who lives in one of these quiet streets in a white painted suburban house.
His name was Charles Coward and he managed to rescue 400 Jewish prisoners from Auschwitz ;his name is on a memorial in Israel. there’s even a film about him with Dirk Bogarde it is called “The password is courage”

in this quiet little Street he lived for many years until he died at the age of 71

We never know who might have been living in our street or the next street. people who had done a very courageous things but had never  boasted about them

Mary was so busy trying to read this blog and put away the groceries from Morrisons not to mention other household tasks that the day seemed to go by very quickly

How alluring Mary was looking in her pale turquoise and grey wool skirt topped  by a turquoise roll neck top from Lands End  and with that a rather shrunken jumper in cream with brown dots on it whether it  was an accident or deliberate we will never know.On her elegant slim legs  she wore some warm black tights and cream shoes

Mary was dressed up like this at home yet went out on Saturday evening wearing an old motheaten jumpe to meet some of the wealthy and members of our parish ;what’s the total mystery  is this:did Mary want to look poor and downtrodden  or was she was trying to signal  her unavailability to be the wife of any men at the meeting only Mary knows. As a matter of fact even Mary doesn’t know. this is why life is so hard because we don’t know how our own motivations

Mary has spent several hours looking for a SIM card for a mobile phone which she never used and did not need and yet could not stop looking for it; however during this process she found  that her gnt  spray for  Atypical Angina was 6 months out of date. so she had to ring the surgery and speak to the doctor Who quickly emailed the note to the pharmacist telling them that this was an emergency that Mary must have the spray as soon as possible or she might have a heart attack .Why Mary might even die like Jesus Christ, not for the same reasons as Jesus Christ and he was probably too young to  have got this migraine of the heart as the most poetic language might name  it

Mary herself had never known that she had it until one morning she had a terrible pain in her chest and was unable to speak.then she was whizzed off to the hospital to have all sorts of tests and her heart was totally alright except for this  symptom which stops the blood from flowing into the heart

 Mary went into the kitchen and took some things out of the washing machine wondering where  God meant us to dry our washing in winter

When human beings were first created they did not need to wear clothes because they lived in the Garden of Eden surrounded by fruit trees and flowers. it was only after they fell  into  sin by eating a tomato that they became aware that they were naked and decided to  knit themselves jumpers and trousers

Did you  know it can be a long time before we learn to knit or, as needles  had not yet been invented [come to that  neither had wool]. Of course they did not have polyester or nylon or plastic. they did not have gas central heating. yes they were very happy bearing their beautiful family and eventually killing each other when they were not busy procreating .So the world has continued right up till now .We still knit jumpers and sometimes we kill other people because they do not worship the same God that we worship nor do they have as much money as we do. and whatever they have so others will try to take it away.Just like our own Empire of the Done

Mary concluded there has never been any peaceful time in  human history and those who try to be too humble or too good or too kind will be the first ones to be slaughtered. Virtue may not always be its own reward .

if only we were descended from the apes, not the chimpanzees everything could be totally different but what is the point of that kind of thinking?

Mary   brooded philosophically while washing the  kitchen  floor where she has spilt single cream.  Mary very rarely eats cream and already she has wasted half of the Carton.

Emile came in: Mother why did you not let me lick the cream from the floor?

You might get food poisoning she cried happily you can have some of the cream from the carton on a saucer for your tea. is that good ?

Well said Emile I suppose there’s nothing else now since you have washed the floor but you know that we prefer to eat things from the floor .Cats don’t have China and cutlery

  Neither did Adam and Eve  Mary screamed softly

Mother ,control yourself anybody would think that you were a chimpanzee,  Emile winked at her!

And they’d  be right Mary thought  to herself I am a chimpanzee
and so are all of us humans beings

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I apologise for the errors in this document I am using speech to typing on Google Documents I have tried to edit it but I may have missed some mistakes.It reads as if I need lessons for people whose first language is no tEnglish

Yes. panic attacks are for the illiterati

Hell at home

 

Have you got a job yet?
I’ve got paranoid schizophrenia?
Is that a job?
It’s a way of life
But what do you live on?
The earth
You don’t sound mad to me
Why what does mad sound like?
You are so clever
Yeah, that’s why I got schizophrenia.I can see through it all,
And  it’s even hard to spell
Yes panic attacks are for the  illiterati
Schizophrenia is a deficiency disease
What, like anaemia?
Yes, thyroiditis can make one go bonkers.
We don’t use that word much
Anyway, boron is good for the mind
Do you mean boring?
Don’t bore into my mind please
But I might get bored
Or gored
Is there a bull in the house?
Only a pot one
Well, do the cows like that?
It’s hard to know.
A pot bull can’t make them pregnant
Maybe a wild bull came in the night
What and made fifty hens pregnant?
Do you mean cows?
I’ve never been to the Isle of Wight
It’s not too late
Will  they let us in?
Well, we are British
But are they?
I never thought of that.They must be.They speak English and like boats
So do the refugees
A good point
They might be more English than the English
Well, as we are a mixture it is possible
Do I have more genes than you?
We can’t see them
So how do scientists find out all those things?
Rats
I say, that’s rude
No, they study rats
They must have schizophrenia
But are they paranoid?
They will be after the do the experiments
Why do they do it?
It’s all pretermined by God
He must be stupid.
Or  cunning
Is he going to send a flood
He already has.. the media.
Where is the Ark?
We need a prophet.
I know , aye Noah
There’s just the two  of us
The click and the clack of the shoes of us
Let us into the Ark
If it’s not double parked

The mind’s door swings

The mind’s door swings, a sentence  will emerge
What a friend has told me, what we felt.
Writing  beckons, fingers feel the urge

Will it  make me feel I’m on the edge
Falling off   the track,  dragged by its spell?
The mind’s door swings, a sentence  will emerge

The bleaker ones I feel inclined to dodge
But they are stronger,  fresh from  mind’s deep wells
Writing  beckons, fingers feel the urge

Writing  is not for the disengaged
We do not choose the story we must tell
The mind’s door swings, a sentence  will emerge

In dark times the inner mind’s enraged
And anger judders through each little cell
Writing  beckons, fingers feel the urge

 

Who was writing when the Romans fell?
Who was writing in our later hells?
The mind’s door swings, the  sentenced deaths occur
Evil  runs while   goodness is interred