https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/books/story/2021-09-09/new-to-poetry-these-poets-will-help-you-get-started

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/10/books/review/understanding-poetry-is-more-straightforward-than-you-think.html

As much as we might have enjoyed reading (and writing) poetry when we were children, in school we are taught that poetry is inherently “difficult,” and that by its very nature it somehow makes meaning by hiding meaning. So our efforts at reading poetry begin to reflect this. But it turns out that the portal to the strange is the literal.

https://launchcenters.com/what-are-feelings/

I painted this picture in my art class and then I put it on the computer and I think I have done something to the colours so that the moment which is at the front looks really really like one that we bought a few years ago. Please don’t copy my photograph. my husband has still got a very hot temper

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shattered_assumptions_theory

The final fundamental assumption evaluates one’s self as a positive, moral, and decent–and thus deserving of good outcomes in life. Individuals’ assessment of their self-worth contributes to their success in life.^[3] A person’s positive self-worth encourages them to be effective in their tasks at hand. Generally, this assumption enables an individual to maintain a belief that s/he has the ability to control positive or negative outcomes.

Mary came in with a bag of shopping and went into her bijou turquoise and teal kitchen with magenta door knobs; she decided to make herself a cup of tea before opening  up the shopping bag.
As she put the kettle on ,she saw her door neighbour Annie in her garden bending over Emile. Mary’s cat. Mary opened the back door and called,
 What’s wrong with the cat?
Annie looks backwards over her red velvet coat towards the house which was rather foolish as her centre of gravity was unstable and she fell over onto the wet lawn. Mary ran out and helped Annie to get up; meanwhile , the cat Emile had run back into the house

Well, I never knew  Emile was pretending to be unconscious .I thought that he might be dead. I realise  I’m too old to bend over a dead cat and simultaneously talk to someone who is inside the house as it is a more complicated manoeuvre than anything that we do in the yoga class.
I’m terribly sorry I said Mary.I wasn’t thinking
That makes a change,  shared Annie, because you think too much;I see that you have a book here called,  what is thinking by Martin Heidegger.
I haven’t read  it, said Mary,in fact I don’t believe I ever will read it because he was  somewhat  of  a supporter of the Nazis and also seduced  a student call Hannah Arendt  who as it happens was Jewish ,so he obviously was rather mixed up in his mind  about Jews in a bad and wicked way and also  I don’t want to think about what thinking is, if you see what I mean .Do you get words coming into your mind?
I don’t think so. they only come into my mind when I’m talking to somebody. I just open my mouth and the words come. I thought it was the same for everybody but clearly it’s not.
Do you ever hear voices she asked Mary.
Yes ,I heard a voice and it said, go to the doctor immediately.
And did you go?   asked Annie petulantly.
Yes, I  did and he took some blood from me which he finds quite difficult. Anyway, he’d sent it for testing I think you know he found my thyroid was so underactive that I would have been in a coma in another couple of weeks, so I think that the voice was a good one.I don’t know who it was but it was not frightening at all Goodness me, said Annie. I have never heard of people hearing kind voices. I wonder if some people have a positive type of Paranoia and believe at the entire world is a conspiracy designed for  their pleasure and amusement.
I expect there are some people like that , Mary,cried , but they probably think we’re all the same so they don’t  tell us.
It might be very interesting if we had a gathering of women who were all prepared to reveal something strange about themselves; I’m not referring to the part of the body, I am referring to something in their mind or something that happened to them in their mind, if you see what I mean..
Yes certainly that will be very interesting see you but not for me because nothing strange like that has ever happened to me
How  do you  know, said Mary. it might not seem strange to you but it might seem a surprise to me. It would seem strange to me if you told me that you enjoyed Euclidean geometry or learning Russian.
Mary made  tea in the big teapot and they went into the lounge and sat down on the couch which was covered in orange velvet fabric
My goodness ,said Anna, I don’t think I like this orange velvet.What a shame, whispered Mary. I can’t afford to have it recovered again for 45 years.
In 45 years we wouldn’t be here Annie pointed out in her timely manner.
I wouldn’t know—– the second Ice Age might come and we could be frozen into these seats for the next hundred years and we will then turn into fossilised bones I suppose and people might write doctoral theses about us. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
Not really said Mary, because we wouldn’t know anything about it.We would be dead.
Wel,l think about the poet Gerald Manley Hopkins. No work of his was published while he was alive and it was only by chance that a famous literary person Robert Bridges in England, he was friendly with him, and had copies of his poetry  This is why it was eventually published. He is one of the best poets who ever wrote in English.
I found him very difficult to read, Annie said cautiously. it’s those slant and half rhymes and the rather strange musical quality of his work which can be quite beguiling; on the other hand, it is sometimes over top  to my brain. I prefer John Betjeman.
Really, said  Mary , that is absolutely ridiculous; you cannot compare two poets who are so completely different that they could be  writing for you in different languages altogether.
It will make more sense to compare him with  T S Eliot or W B Yeats the Irish poet. but no , for  comparison is odious and so he must under fall  or rise on his own merits.
Personally, I like the poem which begins ” as kingfishers catch fire”
That’s a metaphor, kingfishers don’t normally catch fire…. Mary hinted
Yes, I know I did a  course in modern poetry at the Polytechnic it was either that or yoga and I am sick of doing yoga.
Alright don’t lose your temper, unless you want to go to a course about anger management which is on in the hospital on Monday afternoon’s between 5 and 6.
That’s a stupid time  because it’s men who  tend to be more angry and most of them will still be at work.Do you think that the boss would let them come out of work early  to resume to a class at the hospital without telling them what the class was called

That’s a difficult question to answer because such a man being very impulsive and prone to anger somewhat like Donald Trump l  if  he refused to let him go to the  class he would hit the manager and lose his job and then he would apply for compensation on the  grounds  that he wouldn’t  have hit the manager and lost his job. if the manager had allowed him to go to  anger management class on a Monday afternoon at the hospital; if you don’t  know, it gets a bit convoluted sometimes, doesn’t it?
Do you know I did an IQ test and it says that  I am  in the lowest 5% of the entire population; don’t you think that’s wonderful I don’t know how I did it?
You  must do it again to see if it was correct it would be  frightening if you repeated it and you came out in the top 5% because that would mean either you’ve got schizophrenia or that the concept of the IQ is totally meaningless.

IQ is meant to measure something which is independent of Culture or social class yet if you  tests of verbal intelligence it is using words such as a fire, conservatory, sitting room, Harrow,Oxford, Wittgenstein, chambermaid, Maps, physics  .water planet, ambivalent, pentagon crisis, Conservative Party, Europe and bulldoze, and you must admit that those are class related words.

it also uses expression ;like Barclaycard, Marks and Spencer’s credit card , Visa card and PayPal; these are unlikely to be known by the poorer members of society when they are still children, When they reach the age of 16 they will be offered credit cards by unnameable  banks which put letters through the door trying to whip up some  custom but if you are living on benefits it would not seem very wise to accept the offer

With Barclaycard myou have to pay by direct debit and I don’t think the social security office pays out by direct debit to anybody even those going to get benefits from them don’t get it by direct debit from the government
.l say that’s   quite funny ;why doesn’t the government pay our pensions by direct debit?
No direct debit is only used to take money off you, like for example, charities like you to pay by direct debit so does the British Gas Company ,and BT telephones they say that it stops you worrying about whether you have paid the bill or not but my brother found that he was £2,000 in credit with the electricity company and  they were  still taking more money from  the account by direct debit because he is very rich and he never looks at bank statements or very rarely looks at the bank statement and so he did not notice.
That’s rather puzzling to me as I look at the bills to see you when I am in credit or debit but then as  my brother said, I  am quite poor financially although I am very rich another ways

What are the other ways?

I’d rather not say at the moment.

Nor would any of us!

Gone with the sinned
How dreamed was my valley?
Wander, the greenwoods free
Come live with me and find my glove.
Round yonder themed palais
On Richmond’s pill and other matters
Oliver Missed again
King Seer.See here.
Joan’s Ark kit
Badbreath
Jamset
A midsummer night’s reverie
The golden throat look.
How to find your F spot.
How to curse in verse
Where is the great O?
The book of sewed
Heidegger on blindness
In denial? Freud on Trial.Buy one get ten free.
Try Ram’s Horns on

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m00184br

https://www.bbc.co.uk/teach/about-teach/znhhbdm#:~:text=What%20is%20Teach%3F,to%20GCSE%2FNationals%20and%20Highers.

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http://www.griefincommon.com/blog/grievinginthesecondyearafteraloss/

”

But expectations are a big part of our mindset, even when we’re not in the stages of grief. How much more do we enjoy the movie or party that we thought was going to be terrible? How disappointed are we when a long planned vacation-of-a-lifetime turns out to be not all what we would have hoped?

If ever there was a time when we need to be setting realistic expectations for ourselves, then certainly our time of grieving is one of them.

Throw away the timelines.

Don’t compare yourself with those whom you know have had a loss. The coworker who was back to work smiling only a few days after her Dad died? She was crying every day on the way to and from work. The family member who thinks that 18 months after your husband died you should be dating again? She has no idea what this loss feels like, what your love felt like, or what is right for you.

Be patient with yourself. Be patient with those who don’t understand. Don’t expect today to be hard and tomorrow to be easy. Honor wherever you are right in this moment and know that even if it feels uncomfortable, unsettling and uneasy, that it’s probably exactly where you need to be.

Stay open to the idea of hope and optimism “

The sluggish water has no  wish to run

It wants to idly dawdle in the sun

 The cows need water so much that they rage.

The fish swim on, they feel well disengaged

The river Lea springs high in Chiltern hills

Then runs seaward past old flour mills

The power of water stolen,put to use

As fruit is plundered for its flesh and juice

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/cb5bc0ee-5ea5-11ec-aa95-09743a5edefd?shareToken=eb022a10a957be9de0536e9deff5d95d

From The Times: December 17, 1921
Hoaxes sometimes have their uses in reducing certain states of mind to an absurdity. By playing on some common credulity they show how blind it is. One has just happened in America. A lecture by “an intimate friend and pupil of Freud” was given at Ithaca, New York State, to a packed and brilliant audience. The friend and pupil of Freud naturally discoursed on dreams. “A dreamer,” he said, “does know what he dreams, but he does not know what he knows and therefore believes what he does not know.” It is a very true account of some psychology, but the audience were not aware that the lecture was a parody. Indeed, it was such a success that the hoaxers were frightened and would have kept the joke to themselves, if it had not been revealed in picture postcards, both disguised and undisguised. And now, we may guess, they are not popular in Ithaca, especially as a large part of the faculty and undergraduates of Cornell University were hoaxed.

Digital sketch by Katherine

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• 
• On Monday morning Stan had to go to the shops in the centre of town to buy some special easy threading needles for his visually-other wife Mary.Somehow,most puzzlingly,she had lost all of the eight packs hhad bought for her in the last year.He had suggested letting his mistress next door do the hemming and stitching.But Mary was determined even though sometimes she took 14 minutes just to thread a needle.But she was very patient.One might almost say she was saintly but he did not want her to get conceited so he kept his thoughts to himself.Now what will I wear.Stan thought over-anxiously..He had OCD now and then.
• People no longer dress up to go down town instead they dress down to go up to the town,in a very real sense.
• The art of living is to choose the most simple solution to any problem and Stan recalled he only had some navy trousers,some white and a few colored shirts and one light teal colored jacket.
• He chose a coral colored shirt and looked in the mirror..
• I look wonderful, he thought very humbly.
• Why has God kept me so youthful?
• Surely not so I can seduce more women?
• We know God may be merciful to scissors,or is it sinners?Well,let’s just say God can be merciful but for some reason,we never know till it’s too late whether it’s to us.
• More haste,less speed,he conjectured.
• Or is it, More paste,guests feed?
• He stood in the hall combing his hair with a tortoiseshell comb and brushing it with a large nail brush
• He looked again at his image.
• His amber eyes glowed like neon lights on the main road to Knittingham in winter.
• His dark hair looked very full for his age.
• His teal jacket had been well pressed by the dry cleaner, Weissmann#s.
• And his coral shirt was new as Mary had been out buying him more clothes lately.She had grown tired of seeing him in one solid color,especially grey or brown.
• His navy trousers were a bit old but quite alright for Knittingham.
• As he gazed into the mirror he began to feel odd.Then he saw Emile
• who was standing on the chest of drawers behind him performing a dance.. solo!
• 
• Why are you dancing,Emile? Stan asked politely.
• I am amused by seeing you gazing into the mirror for so long,
• If you don’t hurry it will be lunchtime before you get to the Needle Shop.
• Alright,growled Stan hoarsely.At least I don’t wear make up! Now there’s a thought…maybe I’d look better…what shade of foundation would suit me?Would I need lip balm and perfume?
• Hurry up,said Emile unkindly.More taste less greed.
• What does that mean?asked Stan.
• If you taste the food and eat slowly you will enjoy it more and thus need less.
• Very clever,Emile.Shall I buy you some cough sweets in the pet shop.
• No,I want some codeine linctus,Emile answered.
• I want to go high,high.
• I want to reach the sky.
• what will I do when my love is away
• Will I be happy on my own?
• Lend me your ear and I’ll sing you a song
• I’ll try not to sing out of tune!
• My God,Emile.Whatever has happened to you?
• I blame the old chalk and opium medicine someone spilled on my breakfast.
• Well,go and lie down but drink some milk first.At last Stan got out…it had taken him two hours to get ready
• At the bus stop there stood Anne their neighbour.
• Hi,Stan,where are you going.
• I’m buying sewing needles for Mary.
• I can lend her some,she shrieked.
• Well,she has to use special ones nowadays.
• Oh,so she does.I forget as she looks normal but is in fact suffering constant trouble since her Vitreous-vasectomy.. or was it hysterectomy or vivacity?.
• Well,never mind.You know she’s not normal.
• Who is normal?
• Let’s just assume we will recognize it when we see it,he whispered warningly.
• This bus is very late.I wish there was a proper seat here..my knees hurt.
• I hate this plastic seat.Why has the wooden one gone?
• Apparently the council are afraid of homeless people sleeping on them.
• Well,everybody is at risk of homelessness with this economic crisis,
• Anne shouted in a fury.
• No,beggars can’t be losers,he responded.
• Very true,she replied, As they have nothing so they can’t lose it.The more you have,the more you fear losing it.
• This bus is very,very late,I wish I had a horse or is it an horse?
• A goat would be o.k.Speed bonny goat like a word someone flung..
• Over the page to Fly.Anne burst out laughing so her face was as red as her coat from Artigiano.Her blue tights were a perfect contrast and also matched her lipstick uncannily.Where she bought it was a mystery.
• At last the bus came.They got on board and the driver called out,
• You both look very merry!
• Too many looks create more wrath,Stan replied warningly.
• Well, why dress up if you want no attention.the driver gloated.
• Hello,darling, he said to Anne,Are you free tonight,babe?
• Why? she murmured.
• I have two tickets for the Rolling Stones and no woman to take! he replied boastfully.
• Now,if it were the Rolling Bones,I might be interested.
• Your wish is my command he muttered,
• I have my smart phone here,I’ll see what’s one elsewhere.
• He kept trying but the virtual keyboard was playing up again.
• Eventually the passengers got annoyed and asked him to start the bus.
• As I’m half an hour late,I should be coming back now so I’ll do a U turn and go back
• But we want to go into town,every one howled.
• There’s many a blue word spoken as a jest,sang the driver.
• Stan said,Please open the door,we shall dismount here.
• Crikey,you don’t half talk posh,said the ,driver.
• He leaned over and gave Anne a French kiss.
• Now look here,Stan said,leave her alone.She’s my mistress.
• Cor blimey said the driver,who are you,King Henry the Eighth?
• I say,Stan,I can see Mary.It must be tea time.
• Stan ran into the house and put the kettle on..then he made a pot of tea.
• Hello! said Mary. Did you get my needles,Stan?
• I’m so sorry,Mary.I ‘ve had such a busy day,I never got into the town.
• And where is my supper.
• In the womb of time
• I see,it’s chick pea dahl and brown rice again or egg on toast. But I’m not complaining.Keeping house is a big job.I know it only to well.
• So they sat with Anne and Emile,who even had his own cup and saucer now.They were weary and soon ,despite the tea, they were all fast asleep.
• Like  you.
•  

Buying Mary’s needles

• 
• On Monday morning Stan had to go to the shops in the centre of town to buy some special easy threading needles for his visually-other wife Mary.Somehow,most puzzlingly,she had lost all of the eight packs hhad bought for her in the last year.He had suggested letting his mistress next door do the hemming and stitching.But Mary was determined even though sometimes she took 14 minutes just to thread a needle.But she was very patient.One might almost say she was saintly but he did not want her to get conceited so he kept his thoughts to himself.Now what will I wear.Stan thought over-anxiously..He had OCD now and then.
• People no longer dress up to go down town instead they dress down to go up to the town,in a very real sense.
• The art of living is to choose the most simple solution to any problem and Stan recalled he only had some navy trousers,some white and a few colored shirts and one light teal colored jacket.
• He chose a coral colored shirt and looked in the mirror..
• I look wonderful, he thought very humbly.
• Why has God kept me so youthful?
• Surely not so I can seduce more women?
• We know God may be merciful to scissors,or is it sinners?Well,let’s just say God can be merciful but for some reason,we never know till it’s too late whether it’s to us.
• More haste,less speed,he conjectured.
• Or is it, More paste,guests feed?
• He stood in the hall combing his hair with a tortoiseshell comb and brushing it with a large nail brush
• He looked again at his image.
• His amber eyes glowed like neon lights on the main road to Knittingham in winter.
• His dark hair looked very full for his age.
• His teal jacket had been well pressed by the dry cleaner, Weissmann#s.
• And his coral shirt was new as Mary had been out buying him more clothes lately.She had grown tired of seeing him in one solid color,especially grey or brown.
• His navy trousers were a bit old but quite alright for Knittingham.
• As he gazed into the mirror he began to feel odd.Then he saw Emile
• who was standing on the chest of drawers behind him performing a dance.. solo!
• 
• Why are you dancing,Emile? Stan asked politely.
• I am amused by seeing you gazing into the mirror for so long,
• If you don’t hurry it will be lunchtime before you get to the Needle Shop.
• Alright,growled Stan hoarsely.At least I don’t wear make up! Now there’s a thought…maybe I’d look better…what shade of foundation would suit me?Would I need lip balm and perfume?
• Hurry up,said Emile unkindly.More taste less greed.
• What does that mean?asked Stan.
• If you taste the food and eat slowly you will enjoy it more and thus need less.
• Very clever,Emile.Shall I buy you some cough sweets in the pet shop.
• No,I want some codeine linctus,Emile answered.
• I want to go high,high.
• I want to reach the sky.
• what will I do when my love is away
• Will I be happy on my own?
• Lend me your ear and I’ll sing you a song
• I’ll try not to sing out of tune!
• My God,Emile.Whatever has happened to you?
• I blame the old chalk and opium medicine someone spilled on my breakfast.
• Well,go and lie down but drink some milk first.At last Stan got out…it had taken him two hours to get ready
• At the bus stop there stood Anne their neighbour.
• Hi,Stan,where are you going.
• I’m buying sewing needles for Mary.
• I can lend her some,she shrieked.
• Well,she has to use special ones nowadays.
• Oh,so she does.I forget as she looks normal but is in fact suffering constant trouble since her Vitreous-vasectomy.. or was it hysterectomy or vivacity?.
• Well,never mind.You know she’s not normal.
• Who is normal?
• Let’s just assume we will recognize it when we see it,he whispered warningly.
• This bus is very late.I wish there was a proper seat here..my knees hurt.
• I hate this plastic seat.Why has the wooden one gone?
• Apparently the council are afraid of homeless people sleeping on them.
• Well,everybody is at risk of homelessness with this economic crisis,
• Anne shouted in a fury.
• No,beggars can’t be losers,he responded.
• Very true,she replied, As they have nothing so they can’t lose it.The more you have,the more you fear losing it.
• This bus is very,very late,I wish I had a horse or is it an horse?
• A goat would be o.k.Speed bonny goat like a word someone flung..
• Over the page to Fly.Anne burst out laughing so her face was as red as her coat from Artigiano.Her blue tights were a perfect contrast and also matched her lipstick uncannily.Where she bought it was a mystery.
• At last the bus came.They got on board and the driver called out,
• You both look very merry!
• Too many looks create more wrath,Stan replied warningly.
• Well, why dress up if you want no attention.the driver gloated.
• Hello,darling, he said to Anne,Are you free tonight,babe?
• Why? she murmured.
• I have two tickets for the Rolling Stones and no woman to take! he replied boastfully.
• Now,if it were the Rolling Bones,I might be interested.
• Your wish is my command he muttered,
• I have my smart phone here,I’ll see what’s one elsewhere.
• He kept trying but the virtual keyboard was playing up again.
• Eventually the passengers got annoyed and asked him to start the bus.
• As I’m half an hour late,I should be coming back now so I’ll do a U turn and go back
• But we want to go into town,every one howled.
• There’s many a blue word spoken as a jest,sang the driver.
• Stan said,Please open the door,we shall dismount here.
• Crikey,you don’t half talk posh,said the ,driver.
• He leaned over and gave Anne a French kiss.
• Now look here,Stan said,leave her alone.She’s my mistress.
• Cor blimey said the driver,who are you,King Henry the Eighth?
• I say,Stan,I can see Mary.It must be tea time.
• Stan ran into the house and put the kettle on..then he made a pot of tea.
• Hello! said Mary. Did you get my needles,Stan?
• I’m so sorry,Mary.I ‘ve had such a busy day,I never got into the town.
• And where is my supper.
• In the womb of time
• I see,it’s chick pea dahl and brown rice again or egg on toast. But I’m not complaining.Keeping house is a big job.I know it only to well.
• So they sat with Anne and Emile,who even had his own cup and saucer now.They were weary and soon ,despite the tea, they were all fast asleep.
• Like  you.
•  

Buying Mary’s needles

• 
• On Monday morning Stan had to go to the shops in the centre of town to buy some special easy threading needles for his visually-other wife Mary.Somehow,most puzzlingly,she had lost all of the eight packs hhad bought for her in the last year.He had suggested letting his mistress next door do the hemming and stitching.But Mary was determined even though sometimes she took 14 minutes just to thread a needle.But she was very patient.One might almost say she was saintly but he did not want her to get conceited so he kept his thoughts to himself.Now what will I wear.Stan thought over-anxiously..He had OCD now and then.
• People no longer dress up to go down town instead they dress down to go up to the town,in a very real sense.
• The art of living is to choose the most simple solution to any problem and Stan recalled he only had some navy trousers,some white and a few colored shirts and one light teal colored jacket.
• He chose a coral colored shirt and looked in the mirror..
• I look wonderful, he thought very humbly.
• Why has God kept me so youthful?
• Surely not so I can seduce more women?
• We know God may be merciful to scissors,or is it sinners?Well,let’s just say God can be merciful but for some reason,we never know till it’s too late whether it’s to us.
• More haste,less speed,he conjectured.
• Or is it, More paste,guests feed?
• He stood in the hall combing his hair with a tortoiseshell comb and brushing it with a large nail brush
• He looked again at his image.
• His amber eyes glowed like neon lights on the main road to Knittingham in winter.
• His dark hair looked very full for his age.
• His teal jacket had been well pressed by the dry cleaner, Weissmann#s.
• And his coral shirt was new as Mary had been out buying him more clothes lately.She had grown tired of seeing him in one solid color,especially grey or brown.
• His navy trousers were a bit old but quite alright for Knittingham.
• As he gazed into the mirror he began to feel odd.Then he saw Emile
• who was standing on the chest of drawers behind him performing a dance.. solo!
• 
• Why are you dancing,Emile? Stan asked politely.
• I am amused by seeing you gazing into the mirror for so long,
• If you don’t hurry it will be lunchtime before you get to the Needle Shop.
• Alright,growled Stan hoarsely.At least I don’t wear make up! Now there’s a thought…maybe I’d look better…what shade of foundation would suit me?Would I need lip balm and perfume?
• Hurry up,said Emile unkindly.More taste less greed.
• What does that mean?asked Stan.
• If you taste the food and eat slowly you will enjoy it more and thus need less.
• Very clever,Emile.Shall I buy you some cough sweets in the pet shop.
• No,I want some codeine linctus,Emile answered.
• I want to go high,high.
• I want to reach the sky.
• what will I do when my love is away
• Will I be happy on my own?
• Lend me your ear and I’ll sing you a song
• I’ll try not to sing out of tune!
• My God,Emile.Whatever has happened to you?
• I blame the old chalk and opium medicine someone spilled on my breakfast.
• Well,go and lie down but drink some milk first.At last Stan got out…it had taken him two hours to get ready
• At the bus stop there stood Anne their neighbour.
• Hi,Stan,where are you going.
• I’m buying sewing needles for Mary.
• I can lend her some,she shrieked.
• Well,she has to use special ones nowadays.
• Oh,so she does.I forget as she looks normal but is in fact suffering constant trouble since her Vitreous-vasectomy.. or was it hysterectomy or vivacity?.
• Well,never mind.You know she’s not normal.
• Who is normal?
• Let’s just assume we will recognize it when we see it,he whispered warningly.
• This bus is very late.I wish there was a proper seat here..my knees hurt.
• I hate this plastic seat.Why has the wooden one gone?
• Apparently the council are afraid of homeless people sleeping on them.
• Well,everybody is at risk of homelessness with this economic crisis,
• Anne shouted in a fury.
• No,beggars can’t be losers,he responded.
• Very true,she replied, As they have nothing so they can’t lose it.The more you have,the more you fear losing it.
• This bus is very,very late,I wish I had a horse or is it an horse?
• A goat would be o.k.Speed bonny goat like a word someone flung..
• Over the page to Fly.Anne burst out laughing so her face was as red as her coat from Artigiano.Her blue tights were a perfect contrast and also matched her lipstick uncannily.Where she bought it was a mystery.
• At last the bus came.They got on board and the driver called out,
• You both look very merry!
• Too many looks create more wrath,Stan replied warningly.
• Well, why dress up if you want no attention.the driver gloated.
• Hello,darling, he said to Anne,Are you free tonight,babe?
• Why? she murmured.
• I have two tickets for the Rolling Stones and no woman to take! he replied boastfully.
• Now,if it were the Rolling Bones,I might be interested.
• Your wish is my command he muttered,
• I have my smart phone here,I’ll see what’s one elsewhere.
• He kept trying but the virtual keyboard was playing up again.
• Eventually the passengers got annoyed and asked him to start the bus.
• As I’m half an hour late,I should be coming back now so I’ll do a U turn and go back
• But we want to go into town,every one howled.
• There’s many a blue word spoken as a jest,sang the driver.
• Stan said,Please open the door,we shall dismount here.
• Crikey,you don’t half talk posh,said the ,driver.
• He leaned over and gave Anne a French kiss.
• Now look here,Stan said,leave her alone.She’s my mistress.
• Cor blimey said the driver,who are you,King Henry the Eighth?
• I say,Stan,I can see Mary.It must be tea time.
• Stan ran into the house and put the kettle on..then he made a pot of tea.
• Hello! said Mary. Did you get my needles,Stan?
• I’m so sorry,Mary.I ‘ve had such a busy day,I never got into the town.
• And where is my supper.
• In the womb of time
• I see,it’s chick pea dahl and brown rice again or egg on toast. But I’m not complaining.Keeping house is a big job.I know it only to well.
• So they sat with Anne and Emile,who even had his own cup and saucer now.They were weary and soon ,despite the tea, they were all fast asleep.
• Like  you.
•  

Buying Mary’s needles

• 
• On Monday morning Stan had to go to the shops in the centre of town to buy some special easy threading needles for his visually-other wife Mary.Somehow,most puzzlingly,she had lost all of the eight packs hhad bought for her in the last year.He had suggested letting his mistress next door do the hemming and stitching.But Mary was determined even though sometimes she took 14 minutes just to thread a needle.But she was very patient.One might almost say she was saintly but he did not want her to get conceited so he kept his thoughts to himself.Now what will I wear.Stan thought over-anxiously..He had OCD now and then.
• People no longer dress up to go down town instead they dress down to go up to the town,in a very real sense.
• The art of living is to choose the most simple solution to any problem and Stan recalled he only had some navy trousers,some white and a few colored shirts and one light teal colored jacket.
• He chose a coral colored shirt and looked in the mirror..
• I look wonderful, he thought very humbly.
• Why has God kept me so youthful?
• Surely not so I can seduce more women?
• We know God may be merciful to scissors,or is it sinners?Well,let’s just say God can be merciful but for some reason,we never know till it’s too late whether it’s to us.
• More haste,less speed,he conjectured.
• Or is it, More paste,guests feed?
• He stood in the hall combing his hair with a tortoiseshell comb and brushing it with a large nail brush
• He looked again at his image.
• His amber eyes glowed like neon lights on the main road to Knittingham in winter.
• His dark hair looked very full for his age.
• His teal jacket had been well pressed by the dry cleaner, Weissmann#s.
• And his coral shirt was new as Mary had been out buying him more clothes lately.She had grown tired of seeing him in one solid color,especially grey or brown.
• His navy trousers were a bit old but quite alright for Knittingham.
• As he gazed into the mirror he began to feel odd.Then he saw Emile
• who was standing on the chest of drawers behind him performing a dance.. solo!
• 
• Why are you dancing,Emile? Stan asked politely.
• I am amused by seeing you gazing into the mirror for so long,
• If you don’t hurry it will be lunchtime before you get to the Needle Shop.
• Alright,growled Stan hoarsely.At least I don’t wear make up! Now there’s a thought…maybe I’d look better…what shade of foundation would suit me?Would I need lip balm and perfume?
• Hurry up,said Emile unkindly.More taste less greed.
• What does that mean?asked Stan.
• If you taste the food and eat slowly you will enjoy it more and thus need less.
• Very clever,Emile.Shall I buy you some cough sweets in the pet shop.
• No,I want some codeine linctus,Emile answered.
• I want to go high,high.
• I want to reach the sky.
• what will I do when my love is away
• Will I be happy on my own?
• Lend me your ear and I’ll sing you a song
• I’ll try not to sing out of tune!
• My God,Emile.Whatever has happened to you?
• I blame the old chalk and opium medicine someone spilled on my breakfast.
• Well,go and lie down but drink some milk first.At last Stan got out…it had taken him two hours to get ready
• At the bus stop there stood Anne their neighbour.
• Hi,Stan,where are you going.
• I’m buying sewing needles for Mary.
• I can lend her some,she shrieked.
• Well,she has to use special ones nowadays.
• Oh,so she does.I forget as she looks normal but is in fact suffering constant trouble since her Vitreous-vasectomy.. or was it hysterectomy or vivacity?.
• Well,never mind.You know she’s not normal.
• Who is normal?
• Let’s just assume we will recognize it when we see it,he whispered warningly.
• This bus is very late.I wish there was a proper seat here..my knees hurt.
• I hate this plastic seat.Why has the wooden one gone?
• Apparently the council are afraid of homeless people sleeping on them.
• Well,everybody is at risk of homelessness with this economic crisis,
• Anne shouted in a fury.
• No,beggars can’t be losers,he responded.
• Very true,she replied, As they have nothing so they can’t lose it.The more you have,the more you fear losing it.
• This bus is very,very late,I wish I had a horse or is it an horse?
• A goat would be o.k.Speed bonny goat like a word someone flung..
• Over the page to Fly.Anne burst out laughing so her face was as red as her coat from Artigiano.Her blue tights were a perfect contrast and also matched her lipstick uncannily.Where she bought it was a mystery.
• At last the bus came.They got on board and the driver called out,
• You both look very merry!
• Too many looks create more wrath,Stan replied warningly.
• Well, why dress up if you want no attention.the driver gloated.
• Hello,darling, he said to Anne,Are you free tonight,babe?
• Why? she murmured.
• I have two tickets for the Rolling Stones and no woman to take! he replied boastfully.
• Now,if it were the Rolling Bones,I might be interested.
• Your wish is my command he muttered,
• I have my smart phone here,I’ll see what’s one elsewhere.
• He kept trying but the virtual keyboard was playing up again.
• Eventually the passengers got annoyed and asked him to start the bus.
• As I’m half an hour late,I should be coming back now so I’ll do a U turn and go back
• But we want to go into town,every one howled.
• There’s many a blue word spoken as a jest,sang the driver.
• Stan said,Please open the door,we shall dismount here.
• Crikey,you don’t half talk posh,said the ,driver.
• He leaned over and gave Anne a French kiss.
• Now look here,Stan said,leave her alone.She’s my mistress.
• Cor blimey said the driver,who are you,King Henry the Eighth?
• I say,Stan,I can see Mary.It must be tea time.
• Stan ran into the house and put the kettle on..then he made a pot of tea.
• Hello! said Mary. Did you get my needles,Stan?
• I’m so sorry,Mary.I ‘ve had such a busy day,I never got into the town.
• And where is my supper.
• In the womb of time
• I see,it’s chick pea dahl and brown rice again or egg on toast. But I’m not complaining.Keeping house is a big job.I know it only to well.
• So they sat with Anne and Emile,who even had his own cup and saucer now.They were weary and soon ,despite the tea, they were all fast asleep.
• Like  you.
•  

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/b0054810-56d9-11ed-a03e-f7ac672386f7?shareToken=b63fc4baf5309a1ae28a3e113cb8c3bc

https://www.verywellmind.com/adhd-symptom-spotlight-dissociation-5270278

We think times are hard now and even contemplate the cat food

If we don’t get essential government we might end up eating the cat.

We used to think that sausages were a cheap food. Soon the priest will be using them when he celebrates the Mass.

A full English breakfast will be 2 tablespoons full of corn flakes and 3 tbsp of milk with 4 oz of sugar

The toast. we didn’t have breakfast will comprise our lunch with the addition of 12 baked beans from Tesco’s own brand.

If you’re worried about the cat take it take him into the living room

When you have divided the baked beans between all the plates is there any left you could let the cat liquid tomato sauce off then wash them and put them back into the fridge to add to your egg and bacon on Sunday or if you have no eggs fried bread with half a bacon rasher and three or four beans will give you the illusion of a real breakfast.

You may have to talk to your cat seriously. This is a joke.

I’m sorry Tabby. You’ll have to know hunting tonight and if you catch chickens please share them with us.

I wonder will people take up shooting wood pigeons.

I’m sure some of the people you’ve come here from Eastern Europe will advise us. check the law before you become a hunter

Loneliness

Loneliness, the word’s not strong enough

For widows and their masculine counterparts.

Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

No arms left now, that never will rebuff.

No eager lips which whispering love impart

Loneliness, the word’s not strong enough

People say, of course, the going’s rough

The coming’s gone and nothing shall gestate

Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

Never more to share cartoons and laughs.

Never more to be a chosen mate

Loneliness, the word’s not wrong enough.

Did we know the heart of what we had?

Did we learn the art of love. of fate?

Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

You have gone and closed now is the gate

In a Ball I dance with love and hate

Loneliness, the word’s not strong enough!

Ripped in half, that’s more the phrase; like, tough.

Do not leave us for your lonely grave

Do not leave us here when you are gone

Do not leave my heart in blood to bathe

We need your kindness your work is not done

Do not leave a sister all alone

Do not leave a brother empty sad.

You who share my skin and share my bones

Come back come back live not with the Dead

Here’s your daughter with her newborn babe

Here’s your eldest son oh mother mine

Live again live again oh stay

Do not leave us yet without a sign

The tears run down our faces but too late.

The human world’s not ours to navigate