As he crossed the room a cynical smile played upon his lips. When she looked up her heart jumped into her mouth.
I hope I don’t lose my mind she sought anxiously. Can you fasten your mind on so it can’t drop off?
I’ve never liked cynical people she thought moodily. If my heart doesn’t go back into place I will choke. And if I lose my mind who will find it?
I felt my body turn inside out with fear when I was in bed last night. Why can’t we lose our fear the sumo
She didn’t know what was happening to him as they lay tensely in bed
He was beside himself with anxiety as she looked as if she had swallowed a gobstopper. One of the cobbles from the road outside their first house would have done the job better that is it would have killed her instantly.
But could you get a cobble into your mouth? I don’t think so.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when her husband slammed the door. Her mind was absent at the time.
I wonder where absent minds go to?
I was out of mine completely.
I could see it calculating pi to 100 decimal places but why that was important I simply cannot tell you. It would be one of the seven labours of Hercules because however long you spent calculating more and more decimal places for pi you would never get to the end. So why even start? Well the concept just blew my mind
I found it easier to concentrate or mathematics and to maintain my focus and it stopped my within thinking about multiple sin mortal sin and convenient sin and invaluable sin. I’m trying to say venial. What about ingenious sin? Moral sin is only one t away from mortal sin.
Do you know there are some thoughts that are like gnats on the surfaces of a lake.. such thoughts are useless but thoughts from the deeper level are no longer egocentric. It’s important to try to get away from the superficial thoughts which are usually very selfish or just simply boring
But once you’re standing back and looking at them that will give you a new perspective.
You might be able to see it from somebody else’s point of view.
First we had grow your own and now it’s kill it yourself.
We had paint your own pictures then it was draw your own blood.
Write your own books then Read your own palm.
We used to make love now it’s ensure your own climax
We used to talk to each other Now we message our others We used to share bedrooms Now we are alone with just Zoom We used to have fantasies now we have pornography We didn’t see our own vulvas Now we get plastic surgery so they look good for anonymous strangers.
If we do everything ourselves and nothing for each other where will that lead to in the end?
Annie went onto Mary’s patio at 10 am and began to water her many tubs.The watering can was filled with rain water though the weather was now a little drier.
Emile ran behind her admiring her tight black jeans from Calvin Klein and her red blouse from Bowlands of Wrath.
Suddenly the bedroom window opened and Mary leaned out. Hi Annie,I have not gone away after all. Why not? asked her caring and dear neighbour Well,I completely forgot because I was out last night meeting a man from Soul-mates and got home so late I slept right through the alarm. A pity you didn’t bring him back,said Annie licking her lips. I can’t bring any man here so soon,Mary informed her.I rang the hotel and cancelled my booking.With the weather so odd even Blackpool Illuminations would not cheer anyone up.I didn’t know which clothes to take either. Isn’t it interesting that as we get better off we get problems like that,remarked Annie. When we were young we had so few clothes we had no trouble packing. Mary laughed.My first year after University I bought two cotton dresses in Woolworth’s.I thought they were ok but later discovered they were almost transparent.Anyway I wore themn But now few women wear dresses.
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Look at you in those jeans and you a pensioner! Annie gazed up to Mary, revealing her thick Revlon skin polish and L’Oreal cream rich foundation in golden grey-beige.Her parted lips were coated in moisture rich coral lipstick by Mussolini and Co. of Argentina and Vienna. Mary was wearing a long nightgown made of pure nylon decorated with photos of cats of all breeds.Emile had given it her for her birthday.He had managed to type it into the google box on his laptop paying with Stan’s credit card from the Bank of Vichy and Nice,France. I want some tea,Mary said.
Soon she appeared in a polyester house dress from Daxon of Paris and the Ruhr. lt was covered in pictures of snakes. Why,those snakes are rather horrible, Annie said. I know snakes are in fashion but I shall avoid them.I saw some trousers in Marks but they might give a man the wrong impression. That is sexist ,Mary told her shyly.They might give a lesbian the wrong impression too. Oh,dear. Isn’t life hard now when we have to be so careful what we say.I wonder if it is because of social alienation and the rapid changes in demographics that we need rules when before we knew all our neighbours and they knew us.With strangers we need more rules. I agree, said Mary defiantly.And I just saw a book called “Compassionate Assertiveness Training”She laughed. Shall we send one to Donald Trump.Can you believe what America is like if a man like that can be President? Well,it’s a democracy so if Satan lived there he could stand if he had the money.. The two women suddenly fell silent.Emile was puzzled as they rarely paused like this once they got going Is he the anti-Christ, purred the little cat. Satan or Donald Trump? asked Annie. Well …. we’ve never seen Satan as yet…But we must watch out in case he comes here to punish the weak and the sick. Well that gave them all a moment of wonder before Mary grilled some bacon and cut some bread from a loaf she got in the Victoria Bakery. Here you are,she said to Annie,handing her a sandwich.Better eat anyway,whatever happens.Give me some hot tea,quick And so pray all of us. For he’s a Bally Woodfiller, He’s a Wooly Sad Triller And all day so are us.
God voluntarily turned himself in at one the governments vans asking illegal immigrants if they want to go home.Lawyers are assessing the cost of shooting God up to heaven from the top of Snowdon or Great Gable. God declined to say how he arrived in Britain though his burkha gave us a clue . She signed in for benefits as Jessy Christ and said she had two husbands.At the time she was labelled as border-line schizophrenic but the Father and the Spirit were found in her council house. helping some beggars to cook a nice dinner.To have a council house in Walthamstow is a miracle in itself God will be getting a reduction in her housing benefit He can sleep in one bedroom if the bed is bigger.The judge says he does not accept that each person in the Trinity needs their own room. Why God came here is not known as yet.Why he stayed is even more puzzling given the native dislike of foreigners and illegal immigrants where ever they come from, However God has been a great burden on the Economy as he has so many children that the Social Services can’t count them.Though many do seem to be employed gainfully or helping the sick and elderly His English is ok grammatically but we were told he has a “foreign accent” and had no papers or identity cards though he did have with him an archangel who spoke English with a Lancashire accent. God has asked that all the Mediaeval Cathedrals be returned to the Catholic Church as his son does not like Anne Boleyn very much and thought Henry V111th was a narcissistic ego maniac with delusions… he We’ll let you know more about the drain on the Economy and whether God caused the Recession in the next day or two.He certainly does move in mysterious ways…..that’s why no-one saw him arrive. Watch out and keep your doors barred in case he tries to move into your house or garden shed with a few companions.You can recognise them by the golden glow around them and possibly their wings.Photos accepted. Britain for the British.Have no mercy.Have no love of your neighbour.Everyone for himself or herself.He has to realise it’s a market society and that he needs PR and an advertising agent and a nationality and passport. Keep Britain free from foreign invasions.
write down and look up the meaning of unfamiliar words, which makes me tortuously slow at reading. I also like to reread certain phrases or sentences and think about them for a while. I enjoy books that are not mainstream too, although one of my favourites has been Orbital,.
Are you a bad enough parent? We’ve heard of good enough mothers through the work of Dr DW Winnicott, but surely mothers need to be bad as well and fathers do but how bad do they need to be?
Murdering their children will be too bad, but never disagreeing with them will be too good
Be bad enough to others to make sure you are respecting your own boundaries you know it makes sense and you read it here first in a similar manner you need your baby to be bad enough because if the baby is too good she will be ignored and made use of by unkind parents
Everybody needs to be a little bit bad enough to preserve their own self while living in this curious unequal society
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.
I’m learned from my experiences in the nursing home especially those I had with two very old ladies with dementia but also with a lot of personality as well. one of them said to me if only I could have visitors who didn’t keep talking I would just like to have someone there like my son in the room but not constantly talking. I was glad that I was able to be with her for an hour and a half on her last day of life. she was conscious but in severe pain and I sat by her until the nurse asked me to to leave because they had to wash her. When I got to the door she said say goodnight everyone. It was only 3:30 in the afternoon but I did what she wanted as I said on her behalf goodnight everyone good night it was a great privilege to know this Welsh school teacher who was a mother of three children the other woman was more severely affected by dementia I learnt from observation and experience that I could communicate with her much better if I was present snd fully aware of my own body. You could say when I was indwelling in my body. then she would respond even when she seemed mentally disturbed. through this being present I became fond of her I would say that in the end I loved her; she was very different from the angry person who swore at me when she finally said: you are so gentle, I love you K
Cracks in pavements,cobbles,gutters,weeds In the little street we children played While nature fought back, spreading out wild seeds
Old women reached for grace with rosary beads When I call.I don’t know what to say Cracks in pavements,cobbles,gutters,weeds
Neighbours borrowed eggs and helped in need What was my entire world has shrunk, decayed Still nature fights back, flinging out wild seeds
The cobbles have been tarmacked till aggrieved Here we once enjoyed school holidays Cracks for insects,cobbles,gutters,weeds
Girls played with doll’s prams,boys disagreed All the world was here, where’s left today? While nature blackened, blasting out her seeds
Where are mother,father,oh dismay I am old and they lie in the clay Cracks in pavements,cobbles,gutters,weeds Nature acts still, spreads out flying seeds
While the priest annointed him with oils I played in the gutter all alone I hoped to find the marbles we had lost Or from the melted tar to pluck a stone
The summer was so hot the cobbles baked Looking like a row of fresh made loaves There were no fishes in the millstream’s rush Nor a place where bread and Saviour rose
I found a florin in the cobbled street I found two marbles lying near a grid I found a daisy squashed in a wide crack I saw a spider hanged in its own web
To summarise ,my father went away The Queen was crowned and we just had to play
I remember you boys rolling marbles down the gutter
And how you prized them, have beautiful they where when you rolled them on your hands in the sunshine
I remember you climbing fences and falling off walls while I stood by to admire you
We found a well in someone’s allotment covered over mr by tin.
You frightened me with tales of boys vtorturing frogs.
Maybe you were frightened of the prospect of national service.
Sometimes you talked about the Nazis
But you could never have said to anyone that you were afraid.
Before that I remember you climbing up the piano trying to get to the Christmas tree on the top.
You seem so full of energy alive so happy and yet it was not true
Later you developed panic syndrome I could hardly believe it
And then you died with Parkinson’s disease
You were lonely in the nursing home. I hoped when you drowsed that you remembered the marbles and playing rounders in the street
You taught me how to bowl over arm. I wanted to play cricket but it never happened How full of possibility the world seemed, the energy, the joy, the lust for life.
Avocado pear with prophecy
Melon and cake salad [ iced]
Carrot and weak soup
Battered beans all aching
Casserole of jam with funny bones
Salmon and duck eggs in dream sauce on white mice.
Fishcakes and celery tarts
Vegetarian man with pearl barley.
Hot spiced reef with pasta
Chilli beef and barmaid
Seven pear trees with roasted roots
Icecream and sausage jelly on custard tarts
Shoulder,breast and sweet lady
Toothless spies, wholemeal bred
On a whim I went to Downing Street They charged me fifty pounds for both my feet Then no-one anwered when I rang the bell I looked in through a hole, the penny fell
I claim I saw the tide was coming in Riding high with whales, oh they were thin What next , a golden galaxy implodes Stars shoot out like sparks from other worlds
Jonah rode a whale to London Town Still in shock, he did not hear a sound All tongues will dry until we see the flames The burning bush, the prophecy, the Name
For Sophocles I spent a million pounds My credit card’s still bouncing underground
Oh,light bulb foreseen by our God Save us all from darkness’ rod You are our Saviour as foretold In prophecy by ancients bold. We will worship you at night When sunken is the sun so bright. We’ll watch TV and Kindle fire No more to play shall we aspire. We’ll wear ourselves out watching screens, As from a can we eat baked beans We’ll send for pizzas with our phones With which we never feel alone. We might talk to our partner dear Though to text is easier. We see the neon street lights gleam Where once we saw the moon’s cold beams And in bed we read our books With a kindle or a nook We put beneath out pillows fair I phones which we long to hear Can one have too much new light? From technology some take flight For gone are seasons, and their fruit As our computer we reboot. New potatoes all year round Avocados once quite rare Now are seem ‘most everywhere. Melons,grapes and fresh green peas As the birds sing,life’s a breeze. Oh light bulbs,fluorescent tubes Electric candle, light is cubed. We thank you for extended days Maybe we’ll find time for prayers. God is great in mystery No light bulb can help us see. In silence,darkness, meditate Wonder what will be our fate. As retribution for our wrong Satan stabs us with his prongs He needs no more light in hell The fiery furnace cooks as well.
A word that’s spoken by a friend can reach Can touch, can move, can embrace in its sounds The inner soul where its vibrations teach.
When cut off, silent,after sad defeat Such gentle words can break our sullen bonds A word that’s spoken by a friend can reach.
We must not torture nor torment in speech Our heart, the centre of our morbid wounds The inner soul with its vibrations speaks..
From our eye, a tear springs with relief From imprisoned sulking, jump with a great bound! A word that’s spoken by a friend can reach.
Muscles weaken,but the mind stays fleet Humour and its cousins are our clowns The inner soul by its athletics speaks.
I smile and smile yet rarely do I frown For I will rise up, even when low down A word that by a friend can reach,provoke In our souls ,deep memories will evoks
How my heart sings 