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
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.
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.
The widespread scattering of the Jewish genes Caused by pogroms cruel and holocaust A Russian mother, Father, German seems Now all of them, have turned to earth and dust.
Then the city French called Montreal Safe home to refugees of every sort Here Leonard found his path, he heard the call And learned to bear the suffering of the heart.
Where some men leave this world by their own choice, The isolating loneliness, the fear Instead, he struggled, strained, gave us his voice Even after death, we feel him near.
A man descended from Aaron, the priest, The same people that gave us G-d and Christ
1530s, “fasten or fix forcibly,” from Latin impingere “drive into, strike against,” from assimilated form of in- “into, in, on, upon” (from PIE root *en “in”) + pangere “to fix, fasten” (from PIE root *pag- “to fasten”). Sense of “encroach, infringe” first recorded 1738. Related: Impinged; impinging; impingent.
Sometimes writing makes me breathe differently.
I can feel the silence settle around me,
Like a prayer shawl.
i accept it gratefully.
There’s a thin feeling to the day
As if the sun might have tried harder
to come through
But it had a blue feeling
And the clouds were greedy,
Wanting too much to melt
And shed their moisture.
Some perfume please.I think it was £27.99
Yes,I like that one even more than jasmine oil.
Pour it down over London
Like a blessing.
A black woman laughed and patted my arm,
You’re so funny, she cried.
And I smiled coyly
As if someone hidden was taking my photograph.
Sometimes life’s too sweet
And needs a little pepper.
The chair creaks as I lean forward
Trying to see everything at once
As if it all happened now, not yesterday.
Dwell inside your heart and breathe just so From there your spirit body can outflow Spread this round your loved one like a shawl No need to make a sound for love will call
Two are one like lovers in their bed But now one has to leave, love cuts the thread In full silence welcomed by God’s eye They concentrate on this before they die
In your gracious warmth they’re feeling safe As a child is in a mother’s gaze Time no longer matters. we’re elsewhere Walking humbly ,softly through God’s stare
At last the work is done and they are free Who can understand such mystery?
LAs Mary ate her Weetabix, she felt a pain in her left leg rather like a toothache gone astray Emile, what are you doing? Emile crawled out looking dusty. And he had just had a bath. I was trying to bite the hairs off your leg, he miaowed plaintively There are no hairs on my leg, she whispered. Oh, dear,I must have walked into a cobweb I wish Stan had got a cobweb brush, she muttered tp herself But do we really need a different brush for everything? Soon we will have one for each tooth. That will be expensive She felt in her pocket for her Tablet. She wanted to draw a diagram of her brush cupboard using an Android App. But her pocket was empty The back door opened and in ran Annie wearing a yellow nightdress and matching slippers Hello, she cried. I wanted to catch you before 9 am Why, asked Mary? The postman will be here by then. He has got a parcel for me. But I put your address. What is the point of secrecy when you live alone? You have no man to question your expenses, have you? Nor a woman either Well, Emile might ask me to explain. Just because Emile is male it does not give him the right to tell you what to do All my life I have obeyed men, Annie cried Yes, after you have manipulated, seduced and terrified them That is very cruel. I was only trying to help them. Well, you may have done, but why not help yourself? How can I do that? Tune into your body and see what comes to mind Beetroot, Annie responded. So you must need them, get dressed and we will go to the greengrocers You have got very bossy, said Annie. Did you have a nightmare? It was more like a night-tiger, Mary revealed. Something bit my foot and it hurt Oh, mother , cried Emile, it was me! You, Emile. What made you do that, she said angrily? It was in my way as I crawled under the duvet, the cat whispered. Surely you could have gone further down. I wanted to see what you tasted like! That is evil, not to say perverted, Mary told him. I shall take you for therapy or would Confession be better? Is it a compulsion you cannot help or is it a sin? Annie was silent. She did not like questions nor any kind of prolonged thought Don’t ask me, she finally said. Maybe Emile needs a man in the house. I don’t want any more men, Mary said sadly. They seem to die Well, Stan was 128 years old. Annie informed her.I saw his birth certificate once. Unless it was 12.8 years Don’t be so ridiculous. How could he have been 12.8 years old? It must be a miracle, said Annie. Tell the Pope and he might be declared a saint soon St Stan of Knittingham, Patron Saint of Almost Adolescents. The bell rang. In ran Dave. He was dressed in navy. I am ready to take you to Church, he told the ladies To church? I’d rather go to Wigan Pier Oh, the sea is not there on Sundays! Is it there on the Sabbath, Annie muttered? No, it’s not, Dave said quietly Wow, two more miracles, she said as she fainted into the Pantry How annoying, Mary said. I just classified the jam Well, things could be worse, said Dave. She’s not broken any and cut herself What, she falls and breaks nothing. She must be very light. Yes, she is quite electric, he quipped Whatever next? The marmalade! And so ask all of us
This is disposable income so I imagine it is before tax.
The average worker who does not exist take some 2,750 a month after tax etc. Is this is a family and only one adult is working full time
while one is an at home parent it is not an awful lot of money to live on. Survival needs may not be met for a lot of people who are earning less than this amount.
In the Sunday times today there is an article saying you need to earn at least 200,000 pounds a year before you live in enviable lifestyle.
When we bought our house in the 1970s during our first winter there we couldn’t afford to buy any new shoes.
The average disposable income now or last year was
£32,800 in the UK.
But when they ask for more money like the nurses and the teachers they are told their greedy loisy and hopelessly that it managing money.
And some people living on universal benefits our envious of people living on the state pension that I don’t think they realize that the state pension is linked to your national insurance contributions over a large number of years.
People living on benefits should not blame pensioners for taking all the money.£200 a week is not an awful lot to live on especially for those people paying rent. You might be paying £50 a week for your heating. Perhaps s the government should provide cookery lessons to tell us how to make meals from cheap ingredients like breast of lamb,tripe, lentils, shin of beef, bread.
The average reading age in this country is 9. 4 years. So if that’s a median average 50% of the population of a reading edge of less than 9.4 years and maybe unable to read the government’s recipe book, How to live on the breadline without dying
I’ve got just one letter
written in your hand.
One small letter.
I understand,
One is as infinity
compared to having nought.
I’ll keep this letter
In the museum of my heart.
I’ve only got one photograph
and that is very old
but to me this photograph
is more valuable than gold.
Time has hastened by.
Is it now too late?
But may there be a second chance?
Let’s not accept love’s fate.
No matter how we falter,
No matter how we fail,
We can still forgive ourselves,
and rewrite this sad tale.
One more loving letter,
One more loving smile,
That will be sufficient
To revive a love grown frail.
For once this love was stronger;
Once this love was true;
Accept this invitation
To recreate our love anew
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 5 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 Arden 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 you 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 Ah Amen
Where has all my love gone to
All the love I poured on you
Where has all the love gone to
Was it all, was it all wasted?
The actions and the calls of love
Disappear like flying doves
Is there meaning I can’t give
Was it all, was it all wasted?
Pouring fragrance on his feet
Money wasted, it might seem
Signs and symbols darkly gleam
Nothing ever is, nothing ever is wasted
We all live in faith our love
Where it comes from, how it does
We live in faith , like hand in glove
Pour the love and let it rove
Excess and glorious as above
For it’s made to be,made to be wasted
How my heart speaks 