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.

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2025/oct/12/try-these-habits-to-reinvigorate-your-reading

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,.

After

Peeling

Hemlock

Raw

Or

Dried

Iris

Tried

Electricity

Minuets

Interest

Nobody

Unless

Everybody

Takes

Sides

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2025/oct/13/poem-of-the-week-my-mother-by-claude-mckay?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Mastering the art of writing poetry is impossible

In fact you can’t master any art

Nobody with any common sense was even try

Ideas themselves maybe a torment rather than a contribution

Must we despair if we cannot be the master of all?

Ultimately we hope to give joy to someone somewhere In The world

Mentioning this is possibly a mistake

Instead we should lose ourselves and the sea of words as long as we can swim

Don’t deny your talents and gift s out of modesty

Expectation is probably an enemy but idleness is worse.

After all we are all human beings living for a while in this tragic world

That’s the best way to look at it

BBC News – Want to feel calmer? How 20 minutes outside will help https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cvg0yvdjgn5o

BBC News – How to keep adult friendships and stop ghosting – BBC News https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cwyr971q7rxo

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

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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.

Now just a handful of dust

A brother

Northern Ireland coast

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2025/oct/09/the-poems-of-seamus-heaney-review-collected-works-reveal-his-colossal-achievement

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2025/oct/06/positive-thinking-can-make-success-feel-like-the-only-acceptable-option-but-humility-allows-for-grace?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

https://www.thetimes.com/article/9bdae9c4-2bb7-4c4e-ab5d-ff57bf548139?shareToken=51eef831d7cbaaa8df7f6e59a27a2c51

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2025/oct/10/palestinians-displaced-gaza-home-ceasefire-israel-hamas?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2025/oct/06/childhood-terrified-anger-teacher-drama-class-rage-men

Some evenings, the sky turned pink

We were happy, lying in the grass

watching the sun set,

arms around each other.

Seemed like eternal life had come

Earlier than forecast
.
Those weathermen are often wrong!

They need new training.

I shall remember you

in that timeless moment

in between two raindrops,

in between two tears

You are smiling on the pier above the sands

The rippling waves stretchef out like children’s hands

You look so strong I cannot comprehend

Your fatal illness and its grievous end

You were never  patient on dry land

You were living well and  feeling grand

We crossed the road ; I held your cold thin hand

  I suffered so much torment,would I mend?

I saw a fluid shape as dark it pranced

Through the open door it swiftly danced il

With the  well known wiles of Tudor kings

Hoping they can make it on the wing

I learned with grief , it came to take you back.

Across the river wide ,my love, my lack

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

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.

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2025/oct/06/you-cant-just-press-undo-on-your-life-to-move-forward-you-must-first-feel-your-grief-and-rage?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

114 Funny Death Puns and Jokes (Die Laughing!) – Independently Happy https://share.google/r4yS8t6sDhVbOpUgL

Will glass coffins become popular?

Remains to be seen!

The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.

• Discharge status: Alive but without permission.
• Healthy appearing decrepit 69 year-old male, mentally alert but forgetful.
• The patient refused an autopsy.
• The patient has no past history of suicides.
• Patient has left his white blood cells at another hospital.
• The patient’s past medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40 pound weight gain in the past three days.
• She slipped on the ice and apparently her legs went in separate directions in early December.
• The patient experienced sudden onset of severe shortness of breath with a picture of acute pulmonary oedema at home while having sex, which gradually disappeared