After daddy died I got to sleep his old bed with my sister. So away from Mam I used the light that he had used to read in bed until I was discovered

They  took the light bulb out. So I lay there in the dark with my sister who was fast asleep by then until I got the idea of going on to the  landing

Landing was small but there was a light and on the floor there were some oil cloth. It was very cold but like a medieval  saint I did not let the suffering of the body deter me from reading my library books although sadly I have no recollection of what they were.

Of course you went to school so you could learn to read but some people some children just want to read too much and it will be very bad for them… they will be living in another world .

Well that was the point I think it was very cold on the landing in the winter and although my mother had had a door put at the bottom of the stairs where they went into the kitchen nevertheless at any moment someone might open that door and see me. I don’t know what the punishment would be I would have been but just being scolded was bad enough. It wasn’t just that you will be a naughty child but you’ll be an evil sinner bound for hell

I wonder if it was simply that I didn’t like to lie in that bed where daddy had died

When I was older I could stay downstairs for longer and read sitting on the sofa which had a wooden seat because the springs had gone and Daddy had made this into a cupboard . Where they really so short of money?b m

Maybe it wasetter sleeping with my mother and my two sisters in my mother’s bed rather than in that bedroom

A child can feel so lonely in a bedroom at night even when there are other people in the house because we are forbidden to get out of bed and to go screaming into someone else’s bedroom

There was so much fear and so much darkness and yet also so much happiness and joy

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• Stan was wearing his best suit,topped by a denim apron, and wd polishing the big windows with a microfibre cloth ,as he waited breathlessly for his stunning wife
  .Mary entered the room wearing a long purple and mauve dress which clung somewhat tightly to the curvaceous contours of her beautifully rounded body.
  On her feet she had some smart pewter ballet slippers and in her elegant hand she carried a huge pewter clutch bag which contained some of her many medications.She addressed Stan,
  “I think I can leave my handbag behind if I put my mouth spray into my bra.”
  “That somehow detracts from the romance of the evening.” Stan pronounced openly.
  “Well,you know,I never had a cleavage until lately and I fell I ought to make the most of it.”
  “Surely I should be the one make the most of it,” he riposted jocosely.
  “Of course you may, my angel,but not in the restaurant,”she answered back sweetly
  “I’ll put your spray in my pocket then,shall I?”
  Suddenly the doorbell rang.
  ”Who’s this?”
  It was Annie,their next door neighbour.
  She was wearing a coral velvet track suit with matching Reeboks and sun hat.
  “Hi,I just came in with a little prezzie,”She declaimed.In her hand was a huge box of chocolates.
  “Gosh,Mary you look lovely in that beautiful long dress but you’re not
  going on your bike,are you?”
  “No,we are having a cab,but it’s not come as yet.”
  “Well,never mind.I’ll ring 999 and get them to send an emergency ambulance for you!”
  Fortunately,as luck would have it the minicab appeared and it was only as they were entering the restaurant that Stan realised he was still wearing his old denim apron.
  “Shall I take it off?” he pondered.
  On the pro side I will look smarter on the con side I might spill some soup down my front.I wish I’d done more logic at college.
  So he kept it on.Mary didn’t seem to notice.She just took him for granted.~
  If he stood on his head and sang”Jerusalem” she probably wouldn’t pay any attention.
  Then he noticed that Mary was wearing an apron too.It was the same colour as her dress.What a brilliant idea,he thought.
  “There may be money in this.” He could start a small business,
  “Aprons R You” selling lovely aprons in all colours of the rainbow.
  Suddenly he heard noises;he awoke and heard Mary shouting
  “How can you go to sleep when you are out with me?”
  “Would you prefer me to recite the Periodic Table?” he snapped gently.
  “I’d prefer a poem,” she cried…
  All right,Petal,I’ll think of one soon.In the meantime would you like a fool?”
  “No.I’ve got you,” she responded handsomely.
  “I mean for a pudding?”
  “Oh,yes please.A Rubik fool would be lovely.It will pass the time.You know I get so bored.”
  “Well,I do my best but it’s hard keeping up with you.would you like to read a few truth tables whilst I finish my mea.?”
  He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small leather bound book.
  “Truth tables and levitation for geniuses,” by Bertha Russell.
  “Oh,Stan,this looks interesting .I’ve always wanted to fly like an angel or an owl.”
  “It’s never too late to say never.” he responded.
  “Whatever do you mean?”
  “I don’t know.Just because a sentence is grammatically correct doesn’t imply that it means something.”
  “Yes, quite right.And conversely a sentence can mean something even when it’s not grammatically correct.”“Isn’t thinking exciting!”
  “Yes,indeed.I was thinking how exciting it will be to go to bed with you.”
  “Wow,good grammar and full of meaning.I am yours.I am like a ripe plum ready to drop off the tree.I am a cat ready to mate.I am a song waiting to be sung.”
  “Gosh,are metaphors your bete noir?”
  “Je ne parle pas Francais.”
  “Aimez vous ein Nederlander?”
  “Sprechen sie Deutsche?”
  Ist sein mutter immer krank?”
  Lehitraot, auf weidersehen,au revoir,
  Je suis un parallel line

Too old for cold,I stand, now ,against the hedge,
Watching the snowflakes in the glare of neon street lights.
Darkness has come early,and I think of country uplands and huddled sheep.
On Salisbury Plain,shepherds watched their flocks
Just as in Bethlehem two thousand years before,
And then,exactly when?
“Between the wars”,it stopped. Now we know there is no “Between the wars”.
And who decided
To cull the sheep and shepherds and the space for kindness ?
Now that same Plain still exists,but banned
And closed to human-kind,
For bombs ,not wombs
Nor for birth of lamb ,nor gypsy child ,nor Saviour
Where would He go today?

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Will patients kindly sign this form before dying I doubt it.Is it an order or a question?

Please die before we change the sheets on your bed otherwise we may run out Anyone else mad around here? We’ll run out

Do not die during the Consultant’s visit

I bleeding well will.

We have no Chaplains.They were privatised Who took them over,Satan!

That explains this madness called Brexit

So all prayer is DIY, And is all DIY is prayer?

Die in your sleep if you can

Give me the poison now please Keep your iPhones in a vault not here Is that in the horse?.

Please don’t ask a person with severe heart failure to close the window by your bed

I was only helping them on their way No sadism in here Take pleasure in our violence, kill and wound

We do not need the News blasted from your phone Boris killed.

Why have the weather forecast edn when you are dying,,It’s a month before your burial

Just a bad habit, as Thomas Aquinas said When the PM arrives we will all cry in one voice Alleluya

Is he God now?