I always thought, when I was young, I wouldn’t live to forty.
My Mother said I wouldn’t do if I was always naughty!
Yet here I am, a pensioner, exceeding expectation
and, now that I’ve passed 69, I look back with elation.
I never thought that I would be a great success in life.
I only wished to have a job, and, maybe, take a wife.
Well, some successes came along, as husband, and as Dad
and very nicely my whole life has left me rather glad.
My Mum, of course, was always right; she often told me so!
Her all surrounding love was great , it gave a warming glow.
She’s now long gone, and so has Dad, and even my big sister.
But memories they linger on, and my, how we have missed her.
So, when I wake up each new day I thank my lucky stars.
I’m happy with my wrinkles, and with my many scars.
My Mum was right. She always was, as I’ve already said,
but wait a bit! I just woke up. Well, bugger me – I’m dead!
Read all about this young man pointing in the right direction. You will laugh. Money back guarantee!
Viersen. It must have been a small agricultural village at one time. Set in vast acres of open fields of sugar beet and potatoes which ran all the way to the Dutch boarder. It became a satellite village, or a town, to Monchen Gladbach but I suspect it retained its primary agricultural nature until the coming of the railways. A major permanent way was built across the fields to the south east of the village, with sidings and sheds and workshops and a very handsome bahnhof. The rail line ran all the way into Belgium and Holland and North to the industrial Rhur. It was undoubtedly this that attracted the attention of the occupying British forces at the end of the second world war. It became, with its easy rail access to the ports at Antwerp and Ostend, the perfect place to locate a forward supply depot for the Army…
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The power of love
will always be greater than
The love of power
I found this graffiti on a post on Frank Hubeny’s blog. Check it out here:
What a brilliant article by my friend Kirsty, and what chilling reading the blog of the Grenfell Action Group makes. (Linked from the “raised again and again….”) Clearly, there has been a problem for a long time, and there is still a problem with other tower blocks. No money to cure the problem? Tough – We have to find the funding! What a great community spirit has been displayed in the aftermath, with no regard to race, colour, religion or gender.
Whether you have a faith, or none, pray that you never have to experience what those fellow human beings have had to endure, and what they have to live with for ever!
Sometimes you can watch the TV news unfold its daily horrors and let it just wash over you; at other times the sheer awfulness leaves you breathless, heartsick, overwhelmed. Today is one of those other days. It’s been difficult to concentrate at work today, flicking back to the news websites every so often with a pounding heart. If this is how I’m feeling, a comfortable 200 miles away from Grenfell Tower, I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like for those personally affected.
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“It’s hard to remember that this day will never come again. That the time is now and the place is here and that there are no second chances at a single moment.”
Words: Jeanette Winterson
Location: Cairngorm Plateau
Anyone not in the UK will probably be totally bemused by this article. However, I felt that it is entirely appropriate to re blog this on the day that we are deciding who should form our government for the next 5 years.
This is not a recipe. I wrote this as a series of tweets today and readers asked for it as a blog post, so here it is. Our politics may differ, so feel free to skip straight back to the recipes if that’s what you’re here for.
WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT DIANE ABBOTT.
Right one of us political writer people needs to do this and it looks like it’s me. Grab a seat. I wanna talk about Diane.
Diane was first elected as an MP in 1987, the year before I was born. She has been dedicated to serving the British public for longer than I have even been alive. Hold that thought. Understand it.
Diane was the first black woman to have a seat in the House of Commons. She MADE HISTORY. Her father was welder, her mother a nurse. How many working class kids do we have…
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