Dr Smith that lucky man.
Had a wife called Mary Anne.
He gave her children twenty two.
How ever did this woman do?

She had many helping hands
To take her children on the sands.
They swam in batches in the sea.
And then she took them home for tea.

She had triplets,she had twins.
She even had one set of quins.
So loneliness was quite unknown.
And all were trained to use the phone.

She was a very sturdy wife.
She worked very hard at life.
But once a week she went to town
And looked at bags and evening gowns.

But Dr Smith did not go out.
He was dusting , have no doubt.
At night they went to bed and loved
Just like a pair of turtle doves.

In the morning she rose up
And made some tea in a big cup.
She had a tiny chunk of time.
For such a one,this is no crime.

We all need a peaceful break,
To sit by our own inner lake.
To see the fish and watch the sun
As gold and glowing up it comes.

So if you have many children too,
Take heart from this small tale.
She took her time to meditate…
And her heart never failed.

For men may come and men may go,
and likewise children too.
You need to have some free “me time.”
Whatever else you do

My husband has dementia, can I ethically put him into a nursing home and move to the United States?

If you’re planning to move to the United States now it is you who have dementia not your husband.

Or perhaps you are not very intelligent.

Are you very wealthy because if you’re not  the plan is inconceivable.

Are you going to live with someone very rich in the United States who is in desperate need of a new wife? Be very careful.

Gazing down the green deep wild garden

I hear the birds making small private noises

Their little lives go on

They are happy unless their mate dies.

Geese can fly around for hours till exhausted searching for the one they have lost.

I like these small domestic sounds of birds or animals

No wonder cats want to eat birds, because the bird has got more free life than a cat has.

Imagine a cat’s family and their tame pet human shrunk to a suitable size by some magic potion like Alice in Wonderland.

Oh my little bird my garden bird I can’t see you but I hear you enjoying the evening sun

But no blackbird sings these times since they cut down the big tree.

If my hearing were better I would be able to hear even smaller sounds like the sounds of the worm pushing through the soil

Better than listening to the news.

We can’t get away from these articles I suppose we are living longer and so that’s increases the amount of time that we could the affected by cognitive problems

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2025/apr/30/the-experts-neurologists-on-17-simple-ways-to-look-after-your-brain?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

My heart was aching like a rotten tooth

I never felt such certainty before

Don’t believe me when I tell the truth

My heart was aching like a rotten tooth

Such a pity that the heart’s not loose.

The fearful pain the anguish at the core.

My heart was aching like a rotten tooth

But now my heart won’t ache, it is no more

I wish that every woman had the time

To put the washing out and make a rhyme

I wish that men could enjoy changing sheets

The strong and muscular all  fear defeat.

They tremble by the bed, their eyes go blurred.

Then they will pretend they do not care.

This is women’s work we are too weak

Men are not designed to deal with sheets.

The flat ones are not too bad to keep in place

But  the fitted bottom sheets make red my face.

They can pull the beer in barrels strong

But they can’t pull a sheet, there’s something wrong

Never mind there are no sheets in hell

But as your mother told you show don’t tell,

Surprised by  sun I hung the washing out.

Should  I have written poetry instead?

Yet this was a good thing I have no doubt

Surprised by sun I hung my white sheets out

And in my mind I heard my mother shout

Put that book down,, go and make your bed

Surprised by sun I hung the washing out

I wish I’d written poetry instead

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The sun pierced both my eyes and then my heart

Enjoyed itself and filled my soul with bliss

As light had to choose it chose that part

I received a gift I had not sought

in truth I must reveal I’d like a kiss

The sun pierced both my eyes and then my heart

Enjoyed itself and filled me with its bliss

On April 29th the sun shone through

The northwest  window where I  mostly sit

I do not feel that sunlight is my due

On April 29 the sun came through

Shone upon my face my eyes of blue

My heart leapt up and that was truly fit.

On April 29 the sun came through.

The  northwest window was indeed well lit

Down daisied fields sweet grasses grow

Down these green fields,I know,I know.

In unploughed fields where wild flowers blow

We’ll meet again,I Iove you so.

It was in the first soft summer light

I saw you standing by my side

I saw you by the drystone wall.

I never doubted you at all

When meadows bright all bloom again

I know we’ll see you coming then..

in sunny fields where wildflowers hide

I’ll know my love is by my side

Oh,come dear heart,do not delay..

We are not long till in the clay.

I’ll stand upon the beacon hide

And never rest,till you are near.

When flowering buds all open wide

When bees to poppies swiftly glide.

When your dear heart is pressed to mine

Our eyes will melt and souls combine. Oh,where are you,my dearest one?

All too soon our lives are gone

I gaze across the fields and hills.

As sunset-sky with flames is filled.

When buttercups and celandine

Beckon to me in my dreams.

When apple blossom fills the tree

I believe with love I’ll see.I’ll see.

When your world cracks open and  throws your body down
When your world evaporates and turns you into steam
When your world disfigures you and you seem like a clown
Don’t be quick to build again, there’s value in these schemes.

Many worlds are possible and here’s the pattern book
Don’t be hasty in your ways, better far to look
Fearful on the precipice and fearful on the hill
Fearful of the loneliness, yet cold lovers can kill

Stand alone on trembling legs and see  a different view
When you find your destiny, you feel renewed.
Everything is blurry now,  poor eyes cannot adapt
But when the legs get steadier, vision will correct.

No mother dear nor father strong can help you with their care
We must be quite separate for our new world to bare.
The world is new inside the gap where symbols grow and swirl
And across the sky above the stars dance all a whirl

Safety and security if taken on too soon
Lessen the alternatives and may lead down to doom
Courage to the child we are, courage in our hearts
In the forms now visible we will find new shape.

Less like armour plating,  more like pliant skin,
Fitting us externally and fitting the within

I am trying to get British gas to understand that I no longer use gas I’ve been doing this for several years with no success

Finally I got onto live chat

I am 72nd in line do you think I’m going to wait for a minimum of 72 minutes in a maximum of 720 minutes or 1440 minutes in order to tell them yet again that I do not use gas

While her potato was baking Rosa decided to wash her hair.The first thing she found was Persil Silk and Wool wash.She poured it over  her head and rubbed it in.Just then the new doorbell rang.Today it was playing Puppet on a string ,made famous by Sandy Shaw.She opened the door and found her fellow academic Charlie Blogge  outside.
What is that strange concoction on your head,he asked?
I am waiting for a thunderstorm to rinse it off, she admitted shyly.
Have you  no piped water,he asked furtively.
Yes,but I am on a meter.I save money by bathing in the rain, she said softly.
That explains a lot,Charlie thought
Do you use an antiperspirant?
Why are you asking questions, she said sheepishly.Do I smell?
He approached her gingerly and sniffed loudly.Delightful ,he cried.What is it?
Rose and wisteria water in a bed of lettuce…sorry, that is the menu for my dinner party.
Am I invited ,he asked gently? I can lay the table
It is  not a carpet, she said humorously.I am doing mock turtle soup which is a jelly and then lamb chops with mushrooms and garlic.After that ,I have decided to make a Russian cheesecake with almonds.
Why,can’t you buy any Russians in Waitrose ? Why did you decide on that?
I said,Oh Lord, where is the Penguin Jewish Cookery book and immediately it fell onto my head.It is quite small,luckily.
Wow, that’s odd he said  curiously Why did God do that  yet not kill Hitler?
We don’t understand.Maybe we can’t understand however he would not have dropped the North Korean cookery book onto my head.
What sort of food do they eat? Charlie asked
I imagine it’s rice and veg ,she murmured.
What a lovely voice you have, Rosa.It reminds me of High Force Waterfall in Upper Teesdale  in a drought
That is a very unusual compliment,Rosa cried anxiously
He bowed politely.It’s no more than you deserve, he responded.By the way, I  have decided to get married.
To whom, she asked curiously?
Can’t you guess, he teased her.
Animal,vegetable or mineral?
He took her in his arms and whispered, will you be mine?
As long as I don’t have to boil your hankies I shall accept on one other condition
What is that?
We buy a very big bed
Don’t you want to snuggle up to me? he asked rashly.
No,I want an electrified fence down the middle!
By gum, she’s gone mad, he told himself
You must  stop following Donald Grump. It’s all walls and fences
You are right she said, we’ll build a wall down the middle and then we’ll need passports before we make love.
Well,said Charlie,you certainly have some unusually  creative ideas.
And so say all of us.

 

 

I went into a coffee bar and asked for a black coffee.They said I was a racist
They said I was stupid for wanting an irrational number of cakes.
I went to Burnt Oak to register my husband’s death.Then they had the nerve to ask if I wanted him buried or cremated.
I went to the hospital for an X-ray.They said I didn’t look as if I was 18,I should bring my mother.So I said, with or without the coffin
I wanted a Burning Bush at the funeral but God said he don’t come here anymore.
I offered a lamb chop up as a sacrifice.God said, I may be dead but I’ve not shrunk.
I asked for a toasted beef sandwich but they said it takes too long to toast beef.
We went into a car park but it had very few amusements and no grass.No cars either.
We opened the car door with a coat hanger once when we lost the keys.Now with this electronic system, what could we use instead?
I rang my own doorbell last night as I felt so lonesome.Then it fell off the door.So I told myself it was lucky I had come by as I knew how to fix it.It’s just glued on like ethics are on politicians.
I saw a spider in the bath so I told it, it can only have 2 baths a week.
My neighbour gave me a blank look.So I filled it with laughter,

Murder has been done and there’s a War
I’m the Lamb of God and he’s my Pa.

All the angels gave a gulping sigh
Jesus ,don’t go back, you go too far
Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi

Even Satan seemed annoyed and jarred
Take away those leaders and their Whores
There’s the Lamb of God and his old Pa.

What’s my crime ,sweet Jesus, should I lie?
The Market’s bust and you are going to die.
Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi?

We had a powerful sacrifice bizarre
We killed God and then we wore his Stars.
Where’s the Lamb of God,oh,ahaha!

The world is reddened by the blood of man
On the nursery slopes, this War began
Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi
I was the Lamb of God but where’s my Pa?

Now it’s not just odd socks that I find

It’s odd shoes, boots, coats I can’t remember buying.

The coats I can get rid of, but the shoes, suppose the other one turns up?

It’s best not to let possessions build up to this extent

Unless you have a shoe library and a filing system

When I went for my university interview there was deep snow on the ground and only had one pair of shoes so I had my interview with wet feet

They asked me how old cathedral was and I  had never seen one before.

When I got home my feet were saturated but my shoes had to be dried out for going to school the next day

One pair is not enough but how many is too many?

One day I saw a sheep that drowned

In the estuary of the River Kent

It lay with blank eyes on the dirty sand close  by the promenade at Arnside

The beautiful rivers are dangerous as is the sea.

Nothing can be perfect or lovely forever

But still the glory of my first vision will never leave me.

And the wildflowers and butterflies I still see in my mind’s eye

I would have liked to grow up in that freedom instead of the noxious industrial air in the mill town.

I can’t imagine heaven will be any better to me.

https://www.btf-thyroid.org/psychological-symptoms-and-thyroid-disorders

The cat’s tail curves,a question mark of fur.

He walks along the path  without a care

Happy in the garden long and thin

His feet caress the ground he walks upon.

He cannot lose this Eden by some sin

Underneath the maple tree red leaved

The sun makes patterns which the eye deceive

He runs about to play with leaves astray.

Enjoying the excitement of the fray.

I wish my heart was open to receive

My thoughts unlike the leaves won’t blow away.

So with my little cat I cannot play.

I wonder what the pain is in my head.

But I won’t leave the garden for my bed.

Yet with this contemplation I will pray.

I see that scene now in my own mind’s eye

I smile at first but then I start to sigh

Would that lovers died together well

In that little catacomb I dwell.

And  yet I do not wish to say goodbye.

Time and space are like a great wide plain

The past,though present, cannot live again.

https://www.thetimes.com/article/dfd2d8fa-a97d-4cc4-91c1-1f83bbb82f5d?shareToken=0b1821b11f4de0d5ad603f715143a7e7

I am the doctor.

Can you tell me whether you’ve got AIDS?

I’ve got some crutches at home as well as these here. What do you mean

Why would anybody have two pairs of crutches?

Well I’m very prone to losing things.

Losing crutches is difficult. You can’t put them into a drawer

Well if you had my eyesight you would understand

I’m sorry,I didn’t realise you were blind

I think I’m going deaf as well.

So you can’t walk without crutches you can’t see much and now you can’t hear very well

How is your appetite?

I wouldn’t say no to meringue.

But you might be diabetic.

What does it matter now ? I could walk into the road not seeing that there’s a double decker bus arriving and then I could get killed or alternatively even with crutches my balance is not very good so I could go for the walk along the the White cliffs of Dover and fall into the sea so why should I worry about being diabetic?

Even having rheumatoid arthritis osteoarthritis and unstable angina there’s no protection against other diseases such as diabetes or cancer.

Well what do you want me to do, commit suicide?

That would not be easy in your condition unless you walk in front of a Lorry.

You couldn’t be sure that it would kill me

I might walk behind the lorry with my eyesight

In one way it’s good that it might not kill you but on the other hand if you really want to die then it will be disappointing to wake up with two broken legs two broken arms and a fractured skull but still alive.

It’s an interesting way to think about something that can be positive or negative depending on  the mindset. There seem to be lots of adverts for the Samaritans.

On Facebook they’re also asking us to donate to Mind.

Everybody seems to be mentally ill now including me.

And that was thoughts for today

Grass and daisies have no   spikes nor thorns

So we can run barefoot across the  lawns.

Why do roses hurt  our hands, forlorn,

When sheep don’t hurt the shepherd as they’re shorn?

We could cut down roses in our rage.

Their   own aggression might bring down their death.

Yet, beauty in their form does love engage.

So we ignore their useless,painful wrath.

Recklessly we love a spiky friend.

Enchanted by their learning or their face

But wounds unneeded bring this to an end.

Patience thins, we sever  this embrace.

Roses have a beauty that beguiles.

Must we  then endure their thorns and wiles?

Where seashore with pale sand meets Arnside Knott

Where trees are shaped by western winds and sun

My childish view I have not yet forgot

Where seashore with its shells meets Arnside Knott

Oh  place of light and vision, bring my cot.

Would that I could die here when I’m done.

Where seashore and pale sands meet Arnside Knott

Where trees are shaped by Western winds and sun

I ate my words but could not them digest

The cruel hint, the sentence over -stressed

As if I tried to pierce another’s skin

Which was already dry, and too,too tthin

Better edit what we say with care

Even those we love we must not scare

Take for granted nothing we adore

But walk in that pale sand, by sea, by shore

Do not sink into the mud and dross

Despite we each must carry our own cross

For aid is near but cannot reach the deaf

The silence speaks, it does not cause distress

On the sands, we watch small children play

Bringing blood back to our faces grey

Walking softly  through the  daisied wood

We stumbled upon Cartmel like a dream

Sensations filled our bodies like a flood

Walking softly through the new found wood

Oh happiness, oh joy, oh glorious good

Such treasures are not found by any scheme

Walking softly through the daisied wood

We entered  Cartmel as one dreams a dream

My husband was in the hospital and he tested positive for  TV

That’s all right you can turn him on whenever you like

The surgeon drained my knee with a lozenge. Or was it a Syrian?   I wish I’d learnt to read when I was blunder

Did they put a primula in the back of your hand first?

She said your knee is twice the normal size, are you in any discomfort?

I knew my stockings were too tight, so I said, no.

She said, you don’t seem to realize the toll this is taking on me.

So I suggested she should change her job.

I was having a problem  distinguishing between myself and other people.

She said, all this pain is bad for you. Would you like a morphine patch on your shoulder?

I said, what about putting it on my bladder I would really like that better

She said I’ve never been so consulted in my satired life. You have to put the patch on your skin on top of some blood vessels

So I said, what about putting it over my heart?

Maybe you could inject it right into my heart directly.

That will be assisted dying and it’s not even legal yet so I will be committing murder.

I didn’t realise morphine was so dangerous. And it can make you feel depressed as well as killing you

Have you noticed now that nearly all the doctors are women and they work part-time and they tell you at 8:00 p.m. in A&E,

stop talking because I’ve got children working for me at home.

Is it my fault if they employ foreigners as  underage slaves?

Anyway I think I might be going deaf when I recover from all my ailments I  have to go to the doctor and say

I can’t hear you

And she will shout

What?

Modern slavery in Britain a serious things l

By the way there are people here we brought from Africa tempted by the offer of money and they are working as carers being paid the minimum wage and their own money to the company that brought them over claiming their needed it for their visas.

It’s a form of modern slavery in my opinion and it’s disgusting I have met some of them and they are lovely people some are qualified teachers and other professionals

The poverty in their home country is great and the life expectation is not very long but this is no reason to exploit them.