https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/c9fcf626-8436-11ec-9c9e-c5f8451b2970?shareToken=c4a656f6c970195d15e026ab2a65d596

You remind me of someone who is looking through a closed window and cannot explain to himself the strange movements of a passerby.1 He doesn’t know what storm is raging out there or that this person might only with difficulty be keeping himself on his feet.

LUDWIG WITTGENSTEIN

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https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2023/apr/08/is-your-memory-struggling-here-are-10-ways-to-boost-recall?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

I wish I were in Walsingham again

The great arch of the abbey standing near

The silver stream the bridges and the path

I wish that you were near,my love,my dear.

I wish we were in Brancaster today.

The cottage on the coast, the sea so near

We were running on the sands the tide was high,

The yellow gorse had thorns, the scent was pure

We saw the swans at Wells we saw the barge

No refugees were housed there,now,’m scared

Will they store folk in a jumbo jet and fly

I cannot count the rumours I have heard

I wish we were in Norfolk by the sea.

Hosting refugees for Easter tea

The trees’ roots wind beneath the grass
So green and perfect,neatly mown.
The roots entangled,serpents mass,
Beneath the fruit trees which now groan.

Another,richer world beneath,
Where the roots stark homes do give
To tiny creatures which yet seethe,
And all our darkest shadows live.

From here a serpent malice took
From our neglect of what we hate.
We see the surface , do not look
At what lies deeper ,till too late.

And so we live, so often blind
To the depths of our own minds

Who commands these viruses like flu?
Consternation makes our hearts feel blue
Do we have a lifeboat or an Ark?
The situation does feel rather stark

Who decided we could work while sick?
Our energy depleted , brains feel think
Decisions so important need clear minds
Not one both unravelling and blind

We travel round the globe, a virus ride
Our garments are as louche as fratricide
We snap some photos of the Golden Dome
Then jump on a plane and turn to Rome

Why not stay in Britain or in France?
The piper plays but only demons danc

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2022/dec/31/how-to-sleep-well-health-experts-age-babies-parents?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Wandering  people. 48 views.

It’s not referring to the Jews!

No it’s about the aged folk

Searching for someone who will talk

The more you  ask, the less you get.

I beseech you, don’t forget

What is it like for asylum seekers

Stuck on a barge, the world is bleaker

Instead of love your neighbor as yourself

Listen to one for spiritual wealth.

For there is no money to be had

Helping your neighbours, is that bad

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/mental-illness/in-depth/mental-health/art-20046477

I’m in

Stigma can lead to discrimination. Discrimination may be obvious and direct, such as someone making a negative remark about your mental illness or your treatment. Or it may be unintentional or subtle, such as someone avoiding you because the person assumes you could be unstable, violent or dangerous due to your mental illness. You may even judge yourself.

Some of the harmful effects of stigma can include:

• Reluctance to seek help or treatment
• Lack of understanding by family, friends, co-workers or others
• Fewer opportunities for work, school or social activities or trouble finding housing
• Bullying, physical violence or harassment
• Health insurance that doesn’t adequately cover your mental illness treatment
• The belief that you’ll never succeed at certain challenges or that you can’t improve your situation

Steps to cope with stigma

Here are some ways you can deal with stigma:

• Get treatment. You may be reluctant to admit you need treatment. Don’t let the fear of being labeled with a mental illness prevent you from seeking help. Treatment can provide relief by identifying what’s wrong and reducing symptoms that interfere with your work and personal life.
• Don’t let stigma create self-doubt and shame. Stigma doesn’t just come from others. You may mistakenly believe that your condition is a sign of personal weakness or that you should be able to control it without help. Seeking counseling, educating yourself about your condition and connecting with others who have mental illness can help you gain self-esteem and overcome destructive self-judgment.
• Don’t isolate yourself. If you have a mental illness, you may be reluctant to tell anyone about it. Your family, friends, clergy or members of your community can offer you support if they know about your mental illness. Reach out to people you trust for the compassion, support and understanding you need.
• Don’t equate yourself with your illness. You are not an illness. So instead of saying “I’m bipolar,” say “I have bipolar disorder.” Instead of calling yourself “a schizophrenic,” say “I have schizophrenia.”
• Join a support group. Some local and national groups, such as the National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI), offer local programs and internet resources that help reduce stigma by educating people who have mental illness, their families and the general public. Some state and federal agencies and programs, such as those that focus on vocational rehabilitation and the Department of Veterans Affairs (VA), offer support for people with mental illness.
• Get help at school. If you or your child has a mental illness that affects learning, find out what plans and programs might help. Discrimination against students because of a mental illness is against the law, and educators at primary, secondary and college levels are required to accommodate students as best they can. Talk to teachers, professors or administrators about the best approach and resources. If a teacher doesn’t know about a student’s disability, it can lead to discrimination, barriers to learning and poor grades.
• Speak out against stigma. Consider expressing your opinions at events, in letters to the editor or on the internet. It can help instill courage in others facing similar challenges and educate the public about mental illness.

Others’ judgments almost always stem from a lack of understanding rather than information based on facts. Learning to accept your condition and recognize what you need to do to treat it, seeking support, and helping educate others can make a big difference.

I’d like to creep into a double bed

With my dear old husband but he’s dead

I’d like to have my little cat by me

Watching television from my knee

Alas the cat took ill oh what a blow

Which loss was the worse,I do not know.

Now I have a television new

But ,I dont want to watch it with out you

The Archbishop of Canterbury revealed that he takes antidepressants and this has made some people criticizing for believing in God but still the indepressed..

Well that is nonsense. I believe in God in a sense maybe not the sense that the churches would accept it but I do believe there is something unknown in this world that we have to respect

After many people were killed in the Holocaust among them six million Jews. How can you believe in God in a simple way when you know that fact? Just keep on being happy clappers as you are escorted to the gas chambers or as you are shots at the age of a pit which you have been made to dig yourself so you sudden next to your brave and be shot and fall backwards into it that is how millions of Europeans Jews died as the German army passed through Eastern Europe on its way to conqueri Russia.

If god did not save those Jews, and many of them and many suffered much more than Jesus suffered the crucifixion, it would seem strange if God cured the depression of a man even if is that the archbishop of Canterbury.

Many people lost their belief in God because of that issue that is the Holocaust.

Yes I have read accouhts that stated that despite god not saving them Jews waked to the gas chamber singing Kaddish. That is they were trying to sing prayers for the dead.

Why the world is like this and why God is life is is a mystery to me but I accept that we are weak minds and greedy and selfish temperaments we may not be able to understand these mysteries.

https://www.quora.com/What-does-it-feel-like-to-be-poor-in-the-UK

He told me he loved me but he didn’t share

Answering back I said I don’t care.

You’re mean and you’re stingy

Get out of my hair.

He looked rather puzzled said what was wrong?

When we go to the pictures it’s always James bond.

I’d liked to have seen those Scandinavian films.

But you seem to believe in imposing your will.

Thank God you refrained from sexual threats.

Get out of my life and pay your own debts.

I know we had chemistry, that’s not enough.

I may be a woman but I can be tough.

I care for myself but I don’t care for you.

I’d prefer to get married to a cat in the zoo.

A big cat a small cat as long as they’re warm.

No fierce and wild animal would do me such harm

You think that you’ll live by imposing your will.

In the end it’s your own heart that you’re going to kill.

Be off with you man,control your own greed.

Don’t act like you’re a child besieged by your needs.

Remember King Henry he beheaded his wives

His body was gross and his eyes were like knives.

If you do good to others you feel better in yourself.

Be mutual, be thoughtful and find your own wealth

Is it better to be able to ssy

I was beautiful when young

Than I was quite plain and quiet

That would be of ansurprise

Given the way I have fallen

in so many ways

Want nothing because disappointment hurts

My face is a foreign occupation already

Which country dir I come from?

Would you like to die on a wise mountain

I think Switzerland because I need a lift.

The winter is best for skating off the ice

No one does it twice

https://www.theguardian.com/stage/2009/aug/16/michael-frayn-interview

Mary was in the hall  watering her rose scented geranium; she decided to move it into the kitchen as the hall might be a little too drafty.Mary was very anxious to make sure that this plant survived because it was a present from her cousin.
Suddenly the phone rang. perhaps it is Annie wanting to go out on some Christmas shopping expedition ,but no it was Mary’s cousin Bob who she knew had been very  ill and although he seems to be recovering she knew  he was quite anxious about dying

His voice was very faint and weak. Perhaps he is going to die, she   thought. he  does seemed to be frightened .

Do not be afraid.God is waiting for you and he knows everything
,He knows how  you looked after your sister when she had a breakdown and how you used to change the curtains and make the room  look beautiful to try to help her and yet she did not thank you .She was very unpleasant but you never gave up ; eventually when she died during her sleep it was both  a relief and a loss
God remembers everything and he is full of love for you . I do not know why God allows some people to suffer so much[ which is  a constant theme in human thinking since the book of Job was written.]
Now, I don’t say that you are Job ,but I do know  what you have endured. I have seen you being humbled  in cruel ways, I have seen you being ignored when you knew much more than the people who were talking

You cared your your cat  with utmost kindness until it recovered from its ill-treatment at those nasty neighbours of yours.
You have suffered  too through cancer and not  being able to eat foods that you liked but you have recovered.  You have worked in your garden   and grown beautiful flowers and vegetables Your fruit trees have been v productive and your whole garden is a testament to the fact that you love every living being, except your brother David, of course.,
There’s always trouble in that kind of set up when the mother prefers one child to another and  it has been a constant torment to you throughout your life. I have noticed  since you have both been older. you seem to have a more productive life now and I know you make wine and jam and mend all you can
I know that you did win an award when you were in your 20s for your research although you never told anybody. I wonder why you were so shy about telling people. You never did like to boast and I think I am similar to you.

I let Stan have his mistress next door  because I know that not every man is interested in Wittgenstein especially when it’s his wife who wants to talk about him  when he wants to take her to bed and enjoy her charms, tickle her and laugh  merrily and I only wish that you had been able to meet someone yourself who would have   valued you as a human being and felt warmth and attraction as well.

I do think you  tried to make the most of your capabilities limited as we are by economic,health  and political factors alas

Bob said to Mary :you have made me very happy

2 Days Later  Mary heard that Bob was much better and the doctor says he will soon be home again

What a disappointment for God meowed Emile, Mary’s little cat.  God got everything ready

Well no doubt  God had some help,.  Mary cried., that’s what I need . need some help ;this house is in a terrible mess as if my fate is to constantly keep trying to tidy up and yet the next day I have to start all over again.

I don’t mind cried Emile I think it’s wonderful I like a mess it makes me feel like playing more and having fun but when it’s all tidy and clean I feel terribly inhibited

Good  grief Emile, you  sound as if you’ve been to Oxford.

I did  once to go on a day trip to Oxford, the the cat  confessed .Annie took me in her handbag on a coach

Well all I can say is ,she must have got a very big handbag

Don’t be so rude Emile told her, you have got some big handbags and  you’ve got about 50 handbags in the wardrobe even now when you are a widow

That is a woman’s privilege Mary told him like getting a new hat is Easter; a handbag is a very important thing because it enables men to make their wives carry all their wallets and keys  so that they could have fun when they went to the seaside

Yes I can remember mother struggling along from Blackpool  North station to the beach with a gigantic handbag and a shopping bag full of sandwiches while everybody else ran on in front of her

I don’t know what we saw in Blackpool except the sea; the beach was so crowded you could hardly see the sand.

I guess the airwas cleaner,  the cat informed her in a manly way

I think I need a cup of tea said Mary go and get  Annie.

She won’t make the tea

No but she can drink some with me while I tell her all my thoughts and my feelings and I couldn’t free associate while she showed off her new makeup and jewellery and  her strangely coloured Christmas outfits.She is off to Wigan to visit the make up factory next week.If only it were in Southport I’d go too.

Well I’m in love with  Annie. I wish I was a man so I could marry her  and make it home for her

I’m sure you would have made a very good husband said Mary but God wants you to be a cat although you are a rather extraordinary cat and it is my good luck to be your owner or shall I say your mistress?

Aand so ask all of us

 

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

The mean average is £76, 000 but the median is much lower than that at £12,500. Half the population has less than 12,500 in savings.

Note: these are ‘gross’ figures which reflect assets, but do not take into account financial liabilities, like overdrafts and unpaid balances on credit cards. We discuss net financial wealth figures later in the section on savings by age.How much does the average person have in savings UK?25th percentile point£2,100Median – 50th percentile point£12,50075th percentile point£58,500Average£76,301

How much does the average person have in savings UK?

Come back to me, my sweetheart
Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me,my darling
I can’t believe you’ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’ cos I’m falling like a stone.

Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my voice forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I did belong.

I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alone.
I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos we’ve been apar for mucht too long.

The hand upon the tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings to leave their mark
Singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
Singing ‘cos with music all belong.

Did you know some numbers strange names??

Did you know some numbers are not primes?

Would you like infinity to rhyme

Did you see whole numbers on a line.?

Positive or negative or zero

Don’t queer the pitch by telling lots of lies.

The person finding numbers in a hero

Yet they are called just just number spies

Pi relates to circles and to spheres

Pi is not much use for counting deer

I don’t like the number e, I fear.

Shakespeare never used it in King Lear

http://www.thehypertexts.com/Best%20Sestinas.htm

O

The HyperTexts

The Best Sestinas of All Time

Which poets wrote the best sestinas? The sestina (aka as the “sestine,” “sextine,” and “sextain”) is a verse form most commonly consisting of six stanzas of six lines each, followed by a three-line envoi. The words that end each line of the first stanza are used as line endings in each of the following stanzas, rotated in a set pattern.

The oldest-known sestina is “Lo ferm voler qu’el cor m’intra,” written around 1200 by Arnaut Daniel, a troubadour of Aquitanian origin; he refered to it as “cledisat,” meaning “interlock.” Daniel is generally considered to be the form’s inventor, although it has been suggested that he may have innovated within a preexisting form. Other early sestinas are “Eras, pus vey mon benastruc” by Guilhem Peire Cazals de Caortz and “Ben gran avoleza intra” by Bertran de Born. These early sestinas were written in Old Occitan (the first Romance language and the language of the first troubadours; it evolved from Vulgar Latin in the south of France).

The sestina crossed over into Italian with Dante and Petrarch in the 13th century; by the 15th century, it was being used in Portuguese by Luís de Camões. The sestina was re-imported into France from Italy in the 16th century. Pontus de Tyard was the first poet to attempt the form in French, and the only one known to have done so prior to the 19th century.

The first appearance of the sestina in English print is “Ye wastefull woodes,” comprising lines 151–89 of the August Æglogue in Edmund Spenser’s Shepherd’s Calendar, published in 1579. Although they appeared in print later, Philip Sidney’s three sestinas may have been written earlier, and are often credited as being the first in English. Another early English sestina, found toward the end of Book I of The Countess of Pembroke’s Arcadia, circa 1590, is the double sestina “Ye Goatherd Gods.” Another early sestina, “Since wailing is a bud of causeful sorrow,” is in the most common form. Like “Ye Goatherd Gods” it is written in unrhymed iambic pentameter and uses exclusively feminine

http://www.thehypertexts.com/Best%20Sestinas.htm

https://www.theguardian.com/money/2022/mar/09/third-uk-households-living-beyond-means-before-covid

https://www.gq-magazine.co.uk/article/average-uk-salary

Posted on April 6, 2017
If I should live again, I’d be a frog
For tadpoles insubstantial cause no fright
Yet they change but not upon my blog

They change their being, leap up from the bog,
As bread is changed by holy, priestly rites,
If I should live again, I’d be a frog

In deep water, luminous as fog,
The frogs live on the edge of human sight
Yes they croak but not till we’re in bed

As lovers lie down naked on their rug
They tempt the frog, the adder, the termite
Then they rage upon the death of God

As the wheel turns, see, it drips with blood
The human race is ground up, we’re a blight
Yes, someone, somewhere, once did something good

Oh dark, oh grey, oh where is the new light?
Seems like the frogs, the Lord leapt out of sight
If I should live again, I’d be your god
I’d save the world by turning us to frogs

I wasted a lot of time looking in Elaine Feinstein’s cookery book for toad in the hole,then I remembered she is Jewish… so it’s frog in the hole.She’s hot on pancakes and my favourite for being creative with a few bits and pieces.
You may not like fried heels but you have to admit they’re different from soles
Alas,someone nameless has thrown out my non stick small roasting tin and I had no lard, so the yorkshire pudding was brown on top,raw in the middle and had stuck to the tin.Still the bit I scraped out was just enough to give us an appetite which we could not satisfy.
But, the strong Cheddar cheese tart was graciously received.
So,all I say is, sausages don’t have to be pork.Pancakes don’t have to include a sauce pan and yorkshire pudding is not a dessert… and no,it is not what God fed his people on.. that was manna in the Sinai desert.How they spent 40 years there beats me….it’s not that big is it? Maybe they were like the man who went 7 times round the M25 and asked if he was near Durham… he thought he’d gpt onto the A1!
No wonder the M25 is so busy.He’s probably there now believing he’s in Aberdeen when he’s at South Mimm’s outside British Home Stores…
And yes it is kosher to eat fried bread and eggs and chips and call it a full English breakfast… otherwise what would we do if Jesus came back.He can’t eat pork being an Orthodox religious Jew… funny that, he’d be in a detention centre waiting to see who would take him in…
Imagine the last supper…. beancakes in batter and chips served in a service station on the M1 or in Yarlswood detention centre and Nigel someone or other might say,
I’m gonna crucify some of these immigrants,I am….. coming here hoping to get benefits.At least Jesus would not be claiming child benefit… and no Jerusalem was never here
Blimey.I think I’ll pass over this one

O

While the priest annointed him with oils
I played in the gutter all alone
I hoped to find the marbles we had lost
Or from the melted tar to pluck a stone

The summer was so hot the cobbles baked
Looking like a row of fresh made loaves
There were no fishes in the millstream’s rush
Nor a place where bread and Saviour rose

I found a florin in the cobbled street
I found two marbles lying near a grid
I found a daisy squashed in a wide crack
I saw a spider hanged in its own web

To summarise ,my father went away
The Queen was crowned and we just had to play

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

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