Why don’t we hear more about the bladderoscomy?

Next they’ll be putting cameras into our ears but are the eustachian tubes large enough?

Which is larger the urethra or the eye of a needle?

Just think what might be living inside your kidney and you won’t even know until one day you have a terrible pain and it’s not your period.

I have had sepsis twice but will I make it through a third episode? On the one hand yes I must be very strong to survive twice so on that basis I predict I will go on surviving it forever until I die of something else

But my infirmity is no reason at all for Trump to bomb Iran or indeed to bomb anywhere at all in the world.

There’s probably a name for this but it’s the opposite of feeling that you are responsible for all the sin and suffering in the world.

We just have to accept we’re responsible for a small amount of it but we’re also responsible for a larger amount of goodness kindness decency humour love friendship care and community spirit. And much more . Like the preservation of ancient churches and other buildings. On the medical research that’s ongoing in the NHS and our universities.

The still  small voice is of no use to the deaf.

What does the Pope think of the bombing of Iran?

Please accept our creepiest symphony.

With sweetest tympani.

Please accept my commiseration despite your looming con scription. You won’t miss her when you’re in the army invading Iran.

Loss is always a tradein

I’m so sorry that your husband lied. At least it won’t happen again.

We live in hope of an insurrection

When will the geeks inherit this laugh?

I’m so sorry to hear about your blister. She should not have gone  astray.

When is the humeral to be belled?

He left me his new router. Saturday the cat died as well.

He left his cheapest empathy on my Facebook page

I am sad that you are so lonely with your thief.

If she believed in Devon, she kept it riot.

I will always remember that a dog shook hands with my husband in heartlands in Devon

I haven’t had time to make a world so could I buy one?

I found his last bill and pissed lament

I said I wanted to see Jesus I didn’t mean that I wanted to die a liar.

If you die I’ll be very angry and I really screamed that. But it was too  fake. You never relieved me.

Do you think that God is working for us when we lie ?

Does God dismember everything?

He said he was working for the still small voice I didn’t really believe that but I am deaf. God should shout not whimper

When you are dead you have blood  that will not percolate anymore.

Who is the person who makes our blood flow around our bodies?

There’s a music played by all the blood circulating in harmony around the bodies of those who are close together but I wonder who can hear this?

Shall I miss the journeys that we made
Up sheer cliffs and through deep muddy yards
Chased by geese and then with heather laid?
I cannot catch you now, it is too far.

You cleaned my boots back in the cottage sweet
On the bed, you covered me in coats
Tenderly you stroked my crooked feet
And hot and sugared tea you once more brought

A dog stopped by and held out its clean paw
It shook your hand and gazed with amber eyes
Remote and cold, the Hartland Cliffs we saw
Where have you got to now, my love, disguised?

Danger and delight then drew us on
I cannot find your face, where have you gone?