Annie ran into Mary’s kitchen wearing a pale green coat and matching suede s oes Oh,let me tell you my happy news,I am gettng married again Is that why you are all dressed up?Why green? Don’t be ridiculous,marriage needs organising You mean the Ceremony? Yes, and the meal I think marriage itself needs organising.Who will pay the bills and bring in the coal? Which side of the bed will you sleep on? Oh, I must get larger bed,Annie realised thoughtfully And who is to be your husband? I’ve not decided yet,Annie admitted quietly How many candidates are there for the position,Mary asked quizzically? Well, the main one is Denis, the psychoanalyst across the road I expect he already has a big bed..Mary joked knowingly Yes,I spent a night or so with him and he has a memory foam mattress here. I hope it doesn’t remember all the women he has slept with Well, only if they slept there.They might have gone to an hotel or been in a caravan at Southwold Harbour,Annie rambled on They might have slept in a wood by a log fire or in a tent on the West Bank So will he be faithful to you? He’s already told me he adores me more than he knew possible That will soon wear off when you live together How cruel you are,Annie sighed ,like martyr waiting to be executed Shall I make some tea for us both? Yes and boil my hankies as well,Mary joked. I shall boil your tongue if you keep teasing me! They sat down near the window while the sun was setting in a wine coloured sky I do like your outlook,Annie said I thought it was Microsoft’s,Mary told her innocently You silly idiot,I mean your view I’ve never heard of YourView.Is it a new thing like Zoom? Mary asked nervously I mean, this view here from your window at dusk Wow,I am frightened how I assume everything I learn of is related to Modern Technology Yeah, said Annie,I’ve done it too You are both stupid,said Emile the resident cat How rude.Why do you say that,Mary enquired boldly? It’s the whole human race.All hooked on Skype or a Twatter What’s a Twattter? It’s someone who lives on Twitter You won’t find a bird on Twitter. So a bird can’t be a Twatter That is correct.Aristotle would be pleased if he were here Where is he? In a book.
That is end of “Logic made simple” on BBC education
When Mary awoke, she felt the pain in her ear was worse. I think must have an ear infection, she said to Annie while she was beating the doormat on the wall to get the dust out. Maybe you should stop cleaning and housework.You are releasing lots of dirt into the air You are right,Mary replied.It’s just what Mother used to do But did she have a hoover? No, we had a Ewbank. Get a cordless cleaner and it will suck the dust out for you Thanks,Annie.I think I will go to the Urgent Care Centre.I don’t want an abscess in my ear to explode,as it were. I’m sorry I can’t come but they have restrictions about how many visitors go in Mary called a cab.Soon she was in the almost empty hospital.How much she would have liked a companion.Still, there is always God, wherever he has moved to. A young woman with thick frizzy fair hair called her in and said that she was a GP Mary was thinking how much better her pale lips would look with some lipstick As for her clothes, it is best to remain silent.I suppose doctors can’t afford to go to M & S nowadays Mary thought. There is some wax in your ear, the doctor told Mary in a cruel manner That’s good.I need a candle,Mary said inventively Then the maskless doctor stood in front of Mary and peered into her mouth. Sheaaaàa pushed Mary’s crutch away and announced, there is nothing wrong with you You must go out and make new connections, do things, go to Dances, play Bingo Get up and walk, she advised , Jesus remarked in the Gospel l,though he also asked the cripple to take up his bed yet there were no beds left in the hospital Oh,dear Mary said I am not wired myself as yet.My body is running on sunshine. Do you think I should offer my supine body to the lonely old men living in the big houses near here? I’m afraid I shall have to charge them.Do you have any free room with an elecric socket that I might use? And we’ll need a bed The beds are all full, the doctor replied Good grief, how many people are in these beds? Do they share? Don’t ask me.It’s my coffee break, the young lady cried Mary struggled up and went outside to call a cab At least it’s been a change of scene yet as the cab drove her home, the pain began to get worse. Is Mary going to make it?
To be concluded shortly Funeral arrangements by the Coop. if needed
Stan was very worried that the police had caught him.He didn’t realize that ,with the low sun, the mirror in his pocket was flashing out coded messages to aircraft.He got out of the car and walked over to the police on the grassy verge of the road I’m so sorry,it’s just my wife’s solid gold powder compact.See? Have you got your marriage certificate with you? Well,no.I didn’t know we in the UK needed to show them to the police. demurred Stan It may belong to your wife but you are a man.Men don’t carry them.We never saw one before.Young women never use then, Certain men might of course..actors or politicians.I know Tony Blair wore make up. That’s irrelevant.Give me that compact. Stan pulled the golden compact out of his pocket,still open. The police man stared into the mirror.His face turned pale.He handed the compact to Stan and ran back to his car asking the driver to take him to the nearest boiling Tea Shop. Stan looked at Satan and grinned… What did you do? I just held up a photo I have of him in bed with a sheep….need I say more? Did you enjoy seeing that? Stan asked thoughtlessly. Not much.~I prefer your flame haired mistress with her perfume of Araby.She’s something else again. So you can smell then? Stan enquired. Oh,yes,said the devil.Sure I can.I just can’t touch or be touched. So Stan started the car and off they went;all the lights were green and not a single police car was on duty. Soon they reached Upper Sheringham.The people here are very long lived.I know it’s the best place to live in the UK;then they turned down the old High Street and parked by a gambolling shop full of lambs. Now what? Will the sea cheer up a sad old devil or make him suicidal?The cliffs are not very high.We must await the next piece of the story with interest and patience. Email me with ideas at merrymaryminds@h
Mary sat brooding in her armchair, while Emile slumbered by the redhot fire How can I be sure to waken up tomorrow in time for my Podiatry visit? she pondered I am used to waking early, but you never know,she told herself When she went to bed, carryin a flask of English Breakfast Tea she picked up her alarm clock but the battery was missing yet again Never mind, she thought.I shall use my phone instead as she put on her long nightdress and a wool jumper full of holes How fortunate that I can wear old clothes in bed rather than seductive satin lingerie, she thought They are usually polyester and that’s not warm.Though no doubt if it is very seductive you will soon get hot unless your mate works nights down a coal mine.Then, why would a woman wear it? Does it mean she has a lover living near by, perhaps next door? We can only wonderwhy women must suffer not only this but stiletto heels and blow dries She put the flask of tea down and got into her cosy bed. Alas, Mary was still anxious about the alarm I’ll go downstairs and get the kitchen clock, she decided.She struggled out of bed and fetched the blue clock upstairs where it was agreeable to being used I really do need Stan to come back so he could resume waking me when he brought me some tea at 8 am each morning Shall I put an advert online< Very thoughtful, anxious kind & gentle lady mathematician, good at cooking and boiling hankies needs a kind well read man as a partner.Must get up early to make tea and filter the News Preferably a man from Tyneside or similar area Please phone 0207 ccctheo or email iamme78@ymail,com She set her spare phone and the clock then fell asleep. She dreamed she was in a rowing boat on Lake Windermere with her first boyfriend who looked as attractive as ever Come and give me a kiss, he ordered her But surely it is dangerous to make love in a rowing boat, she remarked wonderingly Yes, we might fall out but I can swim But I can’t, she said.Are you hoping I will drown? Don’t be so anxious.The Mountain Rescue Team will come and help We’re not on a mountain, she retorded.Anyway I don’t love you anymore Why not, he asked angrily? I went off you because you never read a book and always chose the films we saw. Did that matter? There you are,you didn’t even ask me if I liked James Bond.You must be an egoist His eyes glared angrily.Why did you not tell me, he asked Should a man need to be told to please a potential girl friend? I suppose not, he answered,Please forgive me.He leaned over to kiss her but just then all the alarms went off,It was morning,, How nice to have a cup of tea while trying to remember one’s name and date of birth And to forget the worst boyfriend ever At least he never hit me, she exclaimed And so say all of us
Although Stan was 102, he still rode his bike locally in the summer time.He was out in the garden pumping up the tires before going off to the Library.Suddenly his neighbour Annie appeared at the gate, without him hearing her feet tapping on the path of red brick;she was bedecked in finest Scottish tweed with a long pendant on a solid 22 carat gold chain swinging nonchalantly from her neck, with a matching ring attached mysteriously to her upper lip.
“Who’re you, the Lady Mayoress” he joked. Where’s Mary?” she pointedly whispered. ”She’s with her widowed sister Joan up in Scotland ” Stan admitted nervously, unsure of her reactions. ”Joan, that’s not a very Scottish name!” Annie joked.” Anyway how about we sit down here on this bench for a moment”.She pulled him vigorously towards her.
Stan responded regretfully “I’m afraid I can’t stop.I have all these books overdue and the library shuts in 15 minutes .”Don’t worry, sweetheart”, she cried un-contemptuously.”I’ll pay all your fines.I’ve just come into loads and loads of money.” “Oh, how’s that.my angel” Stan murmured. “I shot Bert.If you help me to get rid of the evidence, I’ll share the loot with you.”
At the funeral, Annie was dressed in a beautiful dark brown suit with a black trim from Jaeger.She went around the room making sure everyone had enough food and drink.As she leaned over towards Stan her heavy gold locket, inside which was hidden the bullet that killed Bert, swung over and hit Stan a glancing blow on the temple. Stan fell to the ground .”Do you think we should ring 999?” someone asked sarcastically.Within minutes, paramedics arrived. “So, is it that chair again?” they clamoured. ”Yes, this foolish old man fell over and the leg came off my brand new antique chair.I’ve only had it a few days and it’s not insured.”
“Did anyone ever tell you, your eyes are like deep pools in the Saragossa Sea?” Dave, the paramedic whispered into her right ear. “Have you still not finished that Creative Writing Course?” Annie shouted.””I’m getting tired of you admiring my eyes.What about my nose?””
“Has anyone ever told you, your nose is the shortest they’ve ever seen?”
“That’s a bit boring” Annie retorted. ”Yeah, maybe I should change to Art,” he ruefully moaned.”I love the way your deep blue and turquoise eye shadow is melting around your eyes and running down the sides of your nose.” “Hurry up and fix my chair, and while you’re about it, you may as well take Stan down to A and E for a head X-ray.” Glancing furtively at Annie in her Jaeger suit with carefully contrasting deep coral blouse and opaque teal blue 80 denier tights with 6 inch stiletto heels to complete the outfit, not to mention her raspberry coloured bra which clashed violently with the coral blouse [which alas was more transparent than she realised], he picked up a hammer and began,excitedly,to mend the broken chair. ”This is what life is all about, my boy” he thought.One day I will be just where I should be.Right here.With her,alone!
Little did he know the true tale, that Annie had murdered her husband merely because she felt very bored. Boredom is dangerous.If you are affected why not go out and look at some hats? Why not take up drawing. is now online
Stan was feeling somewhat glum,nay even despairing,on Monday morning.
Mary had gone to work on her new folding 6 gear bicycle with own basket and an extra basket from Wells-next -the- Sea 1995
[the wicker basket now somewhat grey in hue.]
He was left at home sorting out all his art work and materials as well as doing the baking,cooking and bathing Emile,the delightful yet trying male cat.
Sunk in dark misery,Stan sat in an old uncomfortable chair in the darkest part of the room, while Emile snored on the rug by the bright French windows
.Stan went through all the possible reasons for his state of mind.Was he guiltyabout his flings with his alluring next door neighbour Annie?
Could it be his failure to toilet train Emile? Or his omitting to carry out the penance given by Father Brown after Stan confessed to stealing sweets on the way to Confession in 1956?
The longer Stan brooded the more reasons he found for his depression.
He could hardly get up to make a cup of coffee ..even instant seemed too much trouble.Would he even clean his teeth which somehow he’d failed to do?
The doorbell rang… it was a new cord for his laptop as Emile had been chewing the current one ,and 29 books in a sack from Amazon which his wife must have ordered,as he had no recollection of any such foolish spending.
How would they pay the bill on the credit card? he ruminated.
Later in the day.Annie peered through the window.She tapped on the glass with her well manicured blue finger nails.
Let me in she cried.
I’m too tired for any hanky panky he murmured lovingly as he ran his fingers through her thick red tresses.What is this delightful perfume,beloved,he questioned her.
It’s Poison! she replied.Oh no,sorry it’s Iris and Jasmine Eau de toilette from the Bodyshop.
Despite his lowly sunken state Stan loved this perfume.He sniffed rabidly at her well rounded form
.Well,shall we have some tea,she enquired.
Stan sat there hand on chest.I’ve been feeling a little gloomy,he muttered.She peered at him.
You look terribly pale,Stan.Where’s your angina spray?
I can’t recall,he said.Oh,here it is in my vest.
What a strange place to keep it,she responded.
Mary made pockets for all my vests.at one time you could buy vests with pockets
She’s good at sewing despite being so clever.In fact she loves doing things with her hands.
Annie got the GNT spray out and handed it to him.
Have you got a pain?
Well,yes,now you mention it,I do,he replied verbosely.
Well,in the name of God, use the bloody thing,she whispered endearingly into his left ear.
He opened his mouth,raised his tongue and with his hand resting lightly on his chin he pressed the button with his forefinger.
His head began to throb.
Annie appeared with a cup of Earl Grey tea and a biscuit.
Why,you look a little better.Do you need another dose?
No,I feel much better now.I’ve had it before.
He drank the tea but didn’t eat the biscuit which he threw out later in crumbs for the field mice in the shed.
His spirits began to rise.Why did he always forget that physical ailments can worsen a mood?He still felt a trifle glum but nothing a meringue wouldn’t put right.
OK,what shall I make for Mary’s supper? he enquired.
You sit there in the window and I’ll just make my special spaghetti,Annie replied gaily,as long as I can stay too.
Yes,I’ll open some red wine he said youthfully,and we can have fried apples and bananas for pudding with non fat Greek yoghurt.
What a wise choice she murmured gently into his ear………that will use up some of the newly picked apples,the bananas were from Lidl’s as usual.
Well,Stan you look better.said Mary happily,You’ve been pale all weekend.Was it Annie who cheered you up,not to put too fine a point on it?
Actually it was nitroglycerine,he said roguishly,but Annie made me use it.
But for us women you’d be dead,she replied equably.
But for you delightful creatures I wouldn’t be here at all,he moaned ecstatically.
Now then Stan,control yourself she urged,After all we have a visitor,Annie!
What a hoot,he thought as he twisted spaghetti round his fork in a careless manner splashing tomato sauce all over his new green acrylicjumper.
Thank the Lord for washing machines,Mary said.
I didn’t know Jesus invented them,Annie said with a tone of mild sarcasm but no-one bothered to reply.
As told by Emile to the local paper.
And believed by all of us
I brought home a kitten from a friend So tiny yet so fierce he bit my hands We could not find him when we came back home He was tucked in with the sheet under the foam
We had no garden so we took him out Wrapped in a wool cardigan,I think He lay contented on my knee all day Looking at the trees and coloured sky
When mature he roamed the night away Sleeping in a rocking chair most days Benjamin, we called him, was run down In the rush hour by a speeding clown,
The amber eyes of Benjamin would glow He gave us happiness,we loved him so
Do we choose what we perceive each hour? Or are we automata clothed in skin, Wh see the thorns and then ignore the flower?
Can we, like grass, be grateful for a shower. Or is our store of gratitude too thin? Can we choose what we perceive each hour?
Can we choose to smile instead of cower? Can we love the game played not to win? Who sees sharp thorns but then ignores the flower?
Do we choose to love or to use power? Can we choose the virtue, not the sin? Do we choose what we perceive each hour?
As we struggle inside Babel’s tower Ambivalence may torture some within Most see the thorns and then ignore the flowers
With softened eyes ,we see the whole sweet bower If we draw near, we see what is now dim Can we choose what we perceive each hour? Some see the thorns but then ignore the flowers.
As Mary ate her topside with green peas,she gazed out of the front window where a police car was parked.They had gone to speak to her neighbours.Her neighbours had 23
dogs and a dead cat .all in the back garden for recreation and making holes in fences or other places
When Mary had come home from the delightful dentist she had been attacked by five of the dogs on her own patio
who were bored with their own garden so has made a hole in the fence as was their wont.
She sat silentky her mind brooding about animals,and their force, as she ate the last roast potato and wondered if she had a pudding
Suddenly a cold wind seemed to blow across the room as Annie her delightful neighbour
had run in without closing the back door firmly
Hello dear.Put the kettle on for me, Mary ordered Annie
I am sorry,Annie said,I have lost weight but even so the kettle won’t fit me
Why do you take things so literally,Mary asked?
I am trying to be funny, Annie muttered indecisively, her blood red lipstick melting down her chin and dripping onto the floor
Good grief, what a mess,Mary said.Hang on, your lips are bleeding
I keep biting them,Annie revealed.
Why?
To stop myself screaming at those people with the dogs.What will you do?
Her mascara from Mix Vector in dark brown began to melt and created streaks across her rose beige moisturising foundation from Bess of Ardent
Are you crying,Mary asked curiously
I must be.I have tears in my eyes.I am over-identifing with your feelings.
Empathy has its limits,Mary said sweetly>I phoned the police and they came here
They were amazed he has 23 dogs.They have gone to see him.
How can they afford to feed so many dogs?
Oh,I feel faint,ring 999
In ran Dave the bisexual, transvestment paramedic all dressed in tartan
Why are the police here, he asked anxiously
It’s about the dogs attacking Mary.
Shall I make some nice strong tea,Dave asked wisely
Good idea, said Annie
How is Emile taking this?
I’ve sent him to my sister’s for a break,But I miss him
Goodness me, what a terrible time we needyou are having
They all went into the lounge and sat down on the grey high backed armchairs
Here is the tea,Dave cried as he put the tray down on a low table.Don’t let it go cold~
Shall I give them some cake, he asked Mary?
Why not, she answered.See what you can find
It is very hard if neighbours attack you,Why, I’ve even read about murders at times like this,Dave cried.
Let’s see how it goes,Mary said quietly.They are not fools
I hope you are right,Dave said wisely
Rolling Stones never get mopped
Evert cloud has a silver lining~
When glum ,keep mum
Amen
Armageddon comes and we don’t find
The time to stop and think and wonder at
The wrath of God, the thunder of his mind
Is he the ground of being undefined?
The earth where seeds are nurtured by his hands
Armageddon comes and we are blind
He is not a sweet and compliant friend
Nor the lord of rich and fertile lands
His the wrath and his the thunderous mind
As the storms washed men off Kentish sands
So God hurls the energy he sends
Armageddon comes and we are blind
In these trials, whose hearts are refined?
Are we open, can we each attend,
His the sun and his the mighty mind
As on the rocky path we wary stand
Below despair, we find the deep commands
Armageddon, love and care are drained
The grief of God, the pity of his mind
I have studied and I’ve got my last degree
My heart has learned its lessons one by one.
I’m a graduate of the grief academy
I didn’t know how painful it would be
When the man you love is here and then is gone
I’ve been studied and I got the third degree
The tears I wept could wash out the Dead Sea
Remove the salt and scour the shore till done
I’m a graduate of the grief academy
I know now I must die,we cannot flee
We turn to dust and that is not much fun
I have studied and I’ve got my last degree
Ii is not News, not for the BBC.
Unless you’re Stephen Hawkings, that great man
We’re graduates of the grief academy
We can’t control life with a self made plan
God is gone though prayer might well begin
I have suffered till I got a new degree
I’m a graduate of the grief academy
Instead of going to the pub to meet men,Mary went on FB and changed her name Unfortunatly her name was also changed on the Page where she was insulted and every where she had been. I have learned something useful, she said to Dave who had come because Emile had rung 999 Better if you had not visited their page,he told her sensibly, then Emile would be happy Yes, she said,each side is as bad as the other,You must either totally agree or be called a vicious Monster.There is no space for debate so why even try? Just then the phone rang Hello, it’s Noreen ,she heard Mary, I am so happy you have changed your name Are you,Mary asked in suprise Yes,my grandparents were Scottish and none of the relatives are left, so as you are partly Scottish too it’s lovely you chose to emphasis that Well, stone the crows,Mary thought.How unpredictable life is.And how one unexpected event led to a good talk with Noreen Well, since Stan is not here,I’d better do some housework. she told Dave On the other hand if Annie and you,Dave, accept my untidiness, why should i worry? After all it’s wonderful finding books I had forgotten I had.Not to mention 30 pairs of tights and my reading glasses Emile looked at her turquoise glasses Can I have some reading glasses Mother? Why? demanded Mary angrily Then they will read stories to me as they can already read Mary wondered how to explain to a cat that the lenses of humans’ eyes become less flexible with age like their minds, perhaps Then she thought of Donald Trump who needs King Canute to explain that no human is omnipotent and that viruses are unable to distinguish between him and another old person even Joe Biden Why the family of the first virus might have relatives near Joe. But how do viruses communicate?They have no voices,eyes or hands Might it be they live in another reality? Do they have minds withour having brains? Or brains without minds Dave ran out of the house wondering how to help Mary And so would all of us!
Isn’t it telling that you forgot?” said Brigid Schulte, author of “Overwhelmed: Work, Love and Play When No One Has the Time,” when I told her I had blanked on the word.
“That’s so indicative of where we are in our culture right now, that you can actually forget what it is to have something you like to do that’s not a) tied to work and b) productive,” Ms. Schulte said.
While researching her book Ms. Schulte realized how many “lifehacks” make hobbies out to be keys to productivity rather than activities just meant to be enjoyed, and she saw that it was difficult for people to get out of that way of thinking.
But eventually, she found that people responded to “neuroscience and research about how you need a space where you’re calm that leads to insight.” Yet even with that knowledge in hand, Ms. Schulte said, people still saw hobbies as means to improve their performance at work. “That’s the only way I can break through to people about why having leisure is important.”
Indeed, Americans’ difficult relationship with leisure is nothing new.
“People forget that when we were negotiating the Fair Labor Standards Act in 1938, there were three conditions people wanted: minimum wage, 40-hour workweek and mandatory two-week vacation,” Ms. Schulte said. We got two out of three, “and we’ve been stuck ever since.” One in four Americans has no access to paid time off, and those who do often don’t take all of their vacation time or they spend their vacations checking email. Many of us have been taught to hate not being productive, and we’ve structured our culture around work, not play.
I would contend that art and culture are the most important vehicles by which we come to understand one another. They make us curious about that which is different or unfamiliar, and ultimately allow us to accept it, even embrace it. Isn’t it telling that those societies most afraid of “the other” — the Nazis, Stalin’s Soviet Union, the Chinese under Mao — were not able to bring forth any significant cultural artifacts? Yet an abundance of work created in resistance to such ideologies can still dominate our cultural discourse.
Mary got all dolled up in her new pink wool dress.She was going to visit her former neighbour Sally in her pleasan and friendly Care Home not far away
Which handbag will match this, she asked her tomcat Emile.She did love a bag of fine quality as did he.
Not a black one, he muttered
How about blue?
Yes cerulean blue is pretty.
Mary put her keys and money into the bag,
It is very large,but never mind
Emile thought, Now my chance has come.
He donned his denim jacket and got a clean Hanky
Then when Mary was powdering her nose he hid inside the gorgeous Enny bag
Powder puff £4 by Barks 2 Often
Buy bag in G bay for £5000
Mary put the bag on her
shoulder and went to the
bus stop
And so will all of us
Soon the bus arrived.She picked up her beautiful bag and almost fell over.It was very heavy.
I am getting old, she thought I can hardly lift my handbag Little did she suspect the truth That Emile was inside trembling in fear in case Mary should drop the bag off the bus.He weighed 5 kg without his fur,so he had been told by the Doctor.
The bus went off and soon they reached Naughty Hall with it’s lovely Cedar Tree and its rose gardens.They got off the bus and walked to Pewter Road where Sally was waiting for Mary.She did not know that Mary had this errant cat hiding in her bag
But she soon will
Mary rang the bell on the front door of Suffolk House.
Come in the receptionist cried.
I have come to visit Sally, Mary told her Is she still in Room 13?
No we call it 12a now because 13 is unlucky
For whom?
Well someone broke a tooth eating nuts in there.
That’s not bad luck.Its stupid to bite hard nuts when you are old.At least it was not some old people having heart attacks while making love That would have made the News.
In the Guardian last week it said that old people could still enjoy sex They advise playing with toys.
Well they could still have heart attacks using toys
Can’t tell you as I have never seen a sex toy nor used one.
We will ask Matron then
Do you think she uses them?
God knows but it is not part of the job description.
Not yet
And so cry all of us.
Sally was happy to see Mary
What a pretty dress she whispered
Thank you said Mary.
Oh, lord your handbag is shaking.Is there a bomb in it?
Who would bomb a Care Home?
A crazy old woman!
That would be stupid.
Oh dear, it’s moving .Oh, God.
The women froze.
The two women stared at the bag.
And so have all of us.
Then they heard a loud Miaow.
It’s a cat.A large one.
Now Emile what are you doing?
Can’t breathe.Let me out, mother.Quick.
Are you the cat’s mother, asked Sally?
Not literally, Mary confessed.
She let Emile out and it was a lovely treat for Sally.She had not touched an animal since her husband died 6 years ago.
She usually preferred dogs but Emile was such fun
And so are all of us .
Then Mary decided to go home with her cat but he had to walk to the bus stop because she wasn’t going to carry them in her handbag
Sally I have to say goodbye now. I need to get home and someone is coming to see me tonight nk
So you are lucky sorry soon I wish someone was coming to see me but maybe my son John will be coming tomorrow
Mary walked along to the bus stop will her cat then she saw a car stopping.
It was her neighbour Michael.
What are you doing with your cat up here?
We have been to see Sally my friend in her care home and now we are going home home
I can take you said Michael
St. Mary and her cat got into the back of the car along was Mary’s handbag
Then NH NH in 10 minutes they were back in their own neighbourhood and Emile was especially delighted
I will never get inside Mary’s handbag ever again, he vowed even if Sally has never touched an animal for 7 or 8 years. It’s not my fault but they have no animals in the care home..
and at that very moment a very kind lady called Dora was scrubbing Sally’s room when they when they realised that a cat has been inside it
Cut off from humankind in my dark well Unimagined death had my love scorned I lay grieving in a prison cell
How did I get here, am I in hell? My soul was leaving from my body warm Cut off from humankind in my dark well
Shall I too fall where my lover fell? I felt such pain,I was a skinless worm A person grieving in a prison cell
I did not wish in this black place to dwell I felt a force that pulled till my heart tore Cut off from humankind in my dark well
In despair I had no thoughts at all Until a golden light around me formed To hold this person grieving in her cell
In gratitude great tears ran as I learned Love had followed me when I was harmed Cut off from humankind in my dark well The ladder of his thorns broke my death spell
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