When I was 9 months old  my mother was taking me out in my  pram.A  neighbour stopped and asked her something.When I replied the poor woman nearly fainted

At last a after many years I have discovered why my brothers hated me.My mother was teaching mt older brothers to read  [4 and 5  years old] I know!!
When they were slow she would point to me sitting by the fire reading  a Rubert Book.I was only three.
But talking too early is not a good thing.It means youw ere not a baby for long enough

Anyway  when I was five I decided the school was boring.I asked what a University was and liked the sound of it.So I asked to go there instead
What a disappointment  I had to spend 13 more years in school where we spent Friday afternoon cleaning ink wells and polishing our desks
Do you think any school now could let chidlren spend two hours polishing the furniture?We loved it

 

In my last year at  the primary school I was allowed to spend all afternoon reading…I loved that
In the morning the teacher gave me arithmetic booklets with problems in which I worked through at the ba ck of the room

Then I passed the 11 plus and  had to spend 5 years in a grammar school being taught the stuff that I’d  done in 1 year
Schools are prisonsi

At least I know what compound interest is

A home that welcomes our more liberal minds

 

A home that welcomes, our more liberal minds

 

 

Warm sunny weather
I thought I was ill but no,
I was far too hot

Wearing two jumpers
Wearing two of everything
I   hate heavy clothes

I hate heavy coats
I hate heavy books as well
I hate  politics

Will GNT sprays
Be here or will I die?
Anxiety

BTW talking
Raises our blood pressure,wow
I’ll join the Trappists

The Magic Mountain
Is the place of peace
But where is it?

I can’t climb mountains
Nor skate on icy rivers
But I’m not deaf yet!

I’m following you
Through a  meadow of tall bright summer flowers
We’re not rushing, just idling along
Feeling happy

I’m following you
But not on Facebook

I’m following you
Up a  vertical  rock face with few footholds
I am looking to see where you put  your feet
I imitate you.
I’m  not frightened
I feel calm.
I can’t see your face
You move with no  hesitation

I’m following you
But not on WordPress

I’m following you
Well, I am accompanying you
I don’t  know where we are going
But it seems right,somehow

Do we ever know where we are going?
Will  we know when we get there?

I’m with you but I don’t know where
We are happy
We don’t need to talk

 

When I went out this morning I was wrapped in a red and blue coat with a blue scarf covered in red hearts wrapped twice round my neck.A man came along by me and looked back.He was speaking

“You’ve got  something your leg”

I looked down and there was a red and blue silk tie round my ankle, the property of my late husband Mr Katherine.
So I said, can’t you just leave me a note? I see you approve of my colour scheme…..

Sometimes I  find a tie in the bathroom.I find a newly ironed hankey on my chair.If only he would iron my trousers or my pink blouse with rows of shirred pleats that’s been waiting for 4 months.

More often I find a coin and ,if lucky, enough for a cup of coffee.I wonder what will happen if I go out with a man…. will he  be happy? I shall never know as I refuse to date anybody.I still believe my husband will get permission to return like Jesus did.But will I know?

 

As a  professor
I am entitled to take  home
Paper,pens and ink

In very large bags
Or even ten suitcases
To write my thoughts down

Of course, my children
Might  draw on the paper sheets
With one of the pens

Condemn young children?~
Is that an ethical act?
They can’t even  write!

I might write,that’s it
For I am genius
And ingenious.

We must be  prepared
To note inspiration
A good idea

What happens to paper
Is not important to me
I am brilliant

I shine in the dark
The  habits of small people
Are not my  concern

I might be the King
Oh,my Coronation
That is so timely!

I phoned Borneo
On my office phone again
Why not? I need perks.

Australia too?
Well it’s a small world
Don’t bother me now.

You do not need me!
What codswallop is that, then?
I was the future

I missed the plane,ah.
The future is fiction
I am still writing.

I am arrested
For bankrupting  colleges
At Cambridge, good Lord!

If they are stupid
I should be rewarded ,see.
You would not have guessed.

Evil genius
Gets government grants awards
Being good, you fools

 

 

I need you like I need luck in a cup
Put a  lock on the cop
Look in the coop
Look at cops?
Speak Afrikaans, good luck!
Knock for  headlock
I lack a cap.
Kippah on  the rocks
The super and the  dreck
The beige and the black
Greed fated my socks
Lines on the  dock
Unemployed and sick
Brexit, go f*ck!

In the haunted pub
We ate hot food and wondered
What is common sense?

In the sky ,snow hung
The  park was  icy and black
The farm was quiet

What is common? Sense?
What have we lost since that time?
Now we live nonsense.

Where is the humour?
The wronged kindness of  nonsense
The futility

Who says what is true?
Who speaks what is  silent , lost?
Who is the channel?

What is true has left.
“Maybe” hangs from black branches
Like dead fruit or  leaf

The autumn  orange
The senselessness of speeches
The withering   glance

The edge  of our  land
Borders are  more anguished
Cannot connect us

New laws and rules
Trial  by separation
The barbed rust   pierces

There is no heartland
There is no inside at all
Nowhere to  live well