Would you like to be my friend?
No, I’d rather be myself

Would you like to fall in love?
I’d rather swim through it

Would you like a new car?
I’ve not got an old one

What is your name.
No, it’s not, it’s Nat

What shall we eat tonight?
I can chew my nails after putting mango chutney on them

I don’t like to eat snails but neccessity is the mother of invention
Will you saute them in olive oil?
No, I’ll stuff them into a tomato
You need a big one
I’ll crush them
How cruel cookery can be
But not as bad as Goering,Stalin,Hitler or Nero.
Snails won’t know that
But we know

Where are the children?
I didn’t know we had any

Why are we in bed?
Because we are married
Since when?
Gosh, you’ve got dementia already
Well, we do live in a Care Home
Wow, only 29 and in a Care Home
We run it

A human sacrifice, malignant in intent

Industrial scale pollution of the mind

Psychosis,losing on the Russian front

The madness of revenge was well designed

The ground of logic must be strong and true

Was Jesus death an error in the plan

So good to kill the Christ, he was a Jew.

Then the logic of the mad began

Christ had died, it seemed that was too few.

They balked at counting people one by one

So they put a star upon each Jew

Now Europe’s in decline we have not paid

Logic is the enemy disturbed

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An unexpected visitor came by

A welcome guest, a vision to my eye

A need I had unsatisfied had come

While my lips themselves had been quite dumb

A welcome guest, my heart was well surprised

I knew her lips were alien to a lie

Though she was a stranger,love seemed right

A conversation brief but just enough

Led to the lifting of an ancient curse

Mary felt extremely tired when she woke up.

She lay there in her Per Una nightdress and cried because she was having her persistent dream.Stan had died but in the dream he was alive and holding hrr hand as he pulled her urgently along the street and then wanted her to run faster an faster.

She recognised the road because it was the place she had gone to register his death. Because he had not died near their home

Stan cried

Hurry hurry the car park’s around that corner but when they got to the corner there was another corner and round that one there was another corner as if there were an infinite number them. Sometimes it’s a great handicap to be a mathematician.

Stan said we’ve got to find the car otherwise we can’t ever go home again1 They passed a new coffee shop but Stan didn’t want to go in. They were both out of breath then all of a sudden Mary woke up but she was not holding the Stans hand. She was holding Emile’s tail

Emil turned around and bit her hand.

Ouch Mary cried. Why are you biting the hand that feeds you?

Welk you keep pulling my tail. I can’t escape you’ve been holding my tail for two hours.

Thank you Emil I didn’t know that I was doing this so I am sorry about it but Stan was trying to make me run and he was holding my hand and pulling me along.

Well it’s nice to dream about him maybe but I was afraid that my tail would come off completely.

I just saw something in the newspaper about awoman who went round to the house of a man that she fancied and when his wife answered the door she got hold of her hair and pulled hm to the ground and some hair came right out and her head was bleeding.

That seems rather stupid, Mary commented. Did she think a man would fall in love with her and leave his wife because she pull his wife hair out?

If I were he I would be afraid that she would pull my hair out and that’s not conducive to sexual relations for most of us

If anyone pulled out my fur I would feel very cold said Emile and I would be angry.

I wonder how long it would take to pull out all your hair Emile?

I don’t want to even think about that.

St Mary fell asleep again and had exactly the same dream. Do people stay around after they have died trying to get their loved ones to pull them back to earth or hit me like a wishful fantasy on the part of the surviving spouse? Mary thinks she better call Annie to get her opinion on the matter.

And so do all of us

Another branch has broken from the tree
For nine short months, it weakened and grew dry.
It fell to earth with solemn gravity

Is comparing us to trees good simile?
I’d find a better if I’d guts to try
Another branch is sundered from the tree

The tree grieves not, for it likes to be free
Its main desire is stature, to be high.
Dead branches fall to earth by gravity

Some compare life to a drunken sea;
Or to the sky where dance wild nuclei
Yet one most ancient symbol is the tree

The strong hang on in their tenacity
Even as their leaves and berries fly
Weaker branches fall with gravity

Death comes so much harder to the high
This is no truth but neither is it lie
Another branch has broken from the tree
It disconnected all its twigs; lay down in lea.