Mar 5, 2024



You are the one

I could tell

From the moment

You moved my way.

My heart did start

A pitter-patter.

I knew at once

You were the one for me.

I looked away

Not to appear so eager.

I did not want

To scare you away.

I wanted our love

To gather slowly

Gentleness, kindness and respect

Along the way.

I did not want to be

A battered woman

When the shine

Waned from our romance.

Or faded

Yet I longed

To tenderly touch you.

To stir a smile.

Not yet a kiss

But in the future

Together with an entwining

Made to last and last.

As we danced

The jibes 

Between us

Began to gel.

The rhythm

Moulded us 

So comfortably

At the hip as well.

You are the one

I could tell.

From the moment

You moved my way.

My heart did start

A pitter-patter.

I knew at once

You were the one for me.

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Mar 4, 2024



As I bent my ear down, near you to hear.

As you whispered, your last words of love and goodbye.

I held your hands tenderly, just as we did on our amazing wedding day.

I just want to reassure you, I will always be near you, even as you slip away.

Promising we will be together somewhere, sometime in the place prepared for us.

Love will surround the life I have, remaining with me till my final day.

We will always be that lovely couple, in the memories we leave behind. 

You and I, my darling will always be together as kindred spirits forever for all time.

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Mar 3, 2024




I'm a book, a very good book, but my cover is as plain and dowdy as can be, so much so, that people browsing through the shelves fail to discover me.

I've had a few near misses when they have almost prised me out, then forced me back in again, with derision.

It's a job to coax me back into my slot, as I need to be pushed and shoved quite a lot.

To make me fit in, amongst the big, coloured glossy books that are my neighbours.

I'm waiting here, with patience, for the day when someone pulls me out and says: "I have been looking for you for simply ages!"

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Books: small, thin, tall and wide.

Plainly covered, or brightly decorated, pleasing to the eye.

Ancient books, leather and parchment bound, with a scent all their own.

Contained within this wide array are nursery rhymes read by children to take them to fun places to play.

Learning on all kinds of subjects, from relationships to high mathematics, animal welfare and human health. 

Learning to feed the family or football fans on an away day.

Mentally taking fantastic trips to the four corners of the world, details appearing in a great book.

Into space from a comfortable armchair, a book will whisk you in astonishment way up there, with words and pictures, to a universe very few have been or seen.

Beneath the sea to follow the life of a different kind, real or fanciful, by a pen uncurled.

Books carry the stories and thoughts of many to share with millions of people within the learned walls of libraries and universities.

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I have loved books from the age of four when I first turned pages for myself.

To secret reading in bed with a torch and proudly going to the library with my dad.

Reading in ships libraries while sailing the World oceans, to study for exams.

Working in a library to recover from an illness for a year and a half, It was like being in a candy shop, a wonderful experience.

Met some amazing read-a-holics, with lots of stories to tell.

I never thought for one moment I would ever write a book myself, I hated writing and I was dyslexic.

So you see books take you in many directions, to many amazing experiences.

Carry on reading!

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The rain fell I started to run,

You called out, ‘Come share my umbrella with me.’

We stood together trying not to get too close.

Glancing up to catch a tentative glance at your face.

A rainbow appeared we had to move.

When nature’s paintbrush colours up the sky,

We can only stare in awe you and me.

Now we remember every time it rains.

Our first meeting blossomed into long-lasting love.

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Mar 2, 2024



I just have to say before you go away I love you. I shall miss all the ways you have used, to convey your love to me.

Bunches for flowers every now and then when I am not expecting them. Nuts you brought to replace the ones you munched your way through.

When I left a packet unattended on the couch it is true, returned in little tubs which we shared together..

You do not have to say every day how much you love me. As I can tell so very well from the small thoughtful things you do.

My hot water bottle filled at night, switching on the bedside light. Bringing that last bedtime cup of tea, before joining me for the night.

All this I shall miss as we share our goodbyes.

Till we meet again, with flowers in your hand, arm’s stretched out wide and words of love flowing free, as the words that thrill me most are heard, “How I have missed you.”

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Mar 1, 2024



Life has some amazing twists and turns, 

When examined from a different perspective.

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Feb 29, 2024



Each tiny feeling of positivity encourages the building of self-worth and creativity. 

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Feb 28, 2024



Trust is an important human element.

Hard to win, easy to lose.

Trust can be damaged by early experiences.

Colouring future relationships,

With difficulty in casting off past memories.

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Feb 27, 2024




I am a fairy that needs music to keep my heart in tune.

I can clap my hands and stamp my feet in joy.

My heart provides the rhythm helping me to dance and sing.

Today Mr Frog passed by. His croak was out of tune.

Mrs Snail crept soundlessly along. She had nothing to say.

Mrs Deer could not chew the grass.

Mr Owl said, “Sorry I have lost my too wit to woo!”

Even the birds stayed silent.

They refused to play.

“What is the matter with everyone today?”

Mr Heron said, “Have you not heard the human Queen has passed away.”

He lowered his head in sorrow, as miserable as could be.

As fish, swum right up to his feet that he could have had for tea.

I went to the river and sadly sat upon a rock,

remembering the Fair Queen saying once, “life has to go on.”

I listened to the river it had not lost it’s song.

It’s voice still bubbles on gently at times, at others loud and strong.

I moved to a patch of grass and joined in with a gentle river dance and a song of praise to a lovely Queen now gone.

The others joined in those that could, lifting our spirits helping us to move on.

The word was, for a while human’s would not have a Queen, to a new King they would have to give honour and bend a knee.

Our fairy Queen flew down to say, “his name is King Charles the III.”

One by one we found our voices to sing in praise and dance for their new king,

With the hopes of more cheerful musical days ahead, giving us reason to sing.

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There are creatures in my garden, yet rarely are they seen at all.

Hidden in the walls are spiders, the odd lizard, leather jackets, ants in battalions patrol, as magic cleaning up insect and debris machines.

Weeds scatter seeds for their plants to keep on growing, for snails to slimily keep on their contented munching and gnawing. Sadly your cherished plants are on their menu, as they have a hankering for them too.

Tiny frogs seek shelter in the dampened cracks, hiding from aerial birds and ground, fox, cat and dog attacks.

A mole surfaces to leave a hill in the middle of the lawn, blindly, burying, furiously underneath, hunting juicy worms from dusk to dawn, leaving the molehills for you to pat down.

Butterflies and ladybirds, gavotting about giving amazing colourful displays.

The foxes lay against the wall, enjoying the warmth of the sun and dappled shade after a night on the essential food hunting run.

Squirrels, furiously battling in the trees, as nuts rain down to be lost in the ground. To start new tree growth in this fascinatingly active garden of mine.

Where all I have to do is sit, quietly, relax, whiling away some precious me time.

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Every human has value. 

It is up to the individual to settle,

For the value most acceptable for them. 

Sometimes a great deal of soul,

Searching is needed to spread over time, 

To find peace and value ourselves.

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Feb 26, 2024



To glance out the window,

Is to see a host of stories,

Waiting to be free.

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Freedom and peace, 

Sit comfortably together in life. 

When either is threatened,

Or damaged chaos reigns.

Freedom is only achieved,

When it is powerful enough!

To be valued and shared evenly, 

Protecting everyone, not just a few.

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Feb 25, 2024



Tossed to the left!

Tossed to the right!

When I think I've got your rhythm, mister,

You quickly slip in another vicious twister,

I'm lost; I can't get it right.

On land, I've seen the pattern,

As drunks weave their way home from the pubs.

But honestly, alcohol I have yet one drop to sup.

Still, I'm tossed to the left and then to the right,

I'm lost; I can't get it right.

I've looked forward to this voyage,

For rest, relaxation, 

And gentle perambulation.

To dress in new creations 

And sparkle like a toff.

The reality is my muscles ache,

With the strain of maintaining,

My balance and preventing you, 

From tossing me to the floor again.

I'm lost; I can't get it right.

The menu is quite extensive 

And tempting to the eye.

Each time I think it's safe now to eat, 

To give food another try.

But as I stand to leave the table, 

My stomach's on the move.

It's tossed to the left and tossed to the right.

I'm lost!

I can't get it right!

So come on Mr. Neptune!

What have I got to do?

To change your playgrounds, 

Monstrous waves 

To a mill pond's glassy gentle hue.

Maybe then I would learn,

The art of standing feet apart,

Admiring incredible views of you.

Then I'll be okay,

I'll have got it right in partnership with you.

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Feb 24, 2024



Arriving at the station boarding the night sleeper, trying to keep my excitement in check.

Arranging my belongings before creeping into my berth for a rest. Waiting for the steam release and whistle as the great train importantly pulled away, 

Leaving the grime of the city behind, to spend time with the family on a short holiday. We were off, and as the speed increased I started to shake and roll.

The clatter of wheels on rails finally lulled me off to sleep, to be gently awoken by the steward with a nice cup of tea. Advising me of my arrival time, that was when the excitement hit. 

Home to the Highlands of Scotland, to share stories, laughter and love with those so close to me.

The train slowly drew into the station, I slid down the window it was still dark.

The smell of smoke and the cold highland air hit me, as I gazed trying hard to see, the vision of my father standing there ready to welcome me.

As we hugged each other, the guard blew his whistle and waved his lamp, before the train gathered speed and clattered off into the dark.

Leaving us to cross the bridge with my case in silence, as the dawn birds began to awaken to have their say.

We drove home to our family cottage, where we were all going to stay for Christmas. A family Christmas near perfect and one I would never forget.

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Feb 23, 2024



I received a very aggressive phone call on my landline, from a woman purporting to be from Microsoft. As soon as she mentioned Microsoft and it was about my computer, I stopped her, saying, “If my computer needs anything done to it, I will contact them myself, thank you,” and put the phone down.

She rang again immediately, asking me to listen to her as it was serious. I said, “No, I would mention it to my son,” putting down the phone. It rang again and my husband picked it up. I shouted to him to put it down and not answer it, in case he pressed whatever she wanted. I was worried as he did not have his hearing aids in. Thankfully, he complied! 

Then it rang again. I said, “Leave us alone!” She said she was going to keep ringing until we went to Reading; otherwise, we would lose our computers entirely. I just cut her off again. I knew what to do but many vulnerable people would have been intimidated. 

I have had many scam calls but none were as aggressive as this lady. So, beware; just put your phone down. Do not answer any calls immediately and use another line if you have one. 

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Feb 22, 2024



Where canal boats plied their trade,

Men puffed on pipes and cargo moved

Women knitted scarves, hats and gloves,

While stirring hot soups and drop scones made.

Information passed between boats of work to be had.

Laughter dwindled as they slowly made their way.

Those were the days some clung on too .

Remembered in many a jaunty song.

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Feb 21, 2024



The first evening we went down to the main restaurant for our meal, we were placed on table 14, a table for four. We had asked to be placed on one of six or eight. We sat down and awaited our absent table companions. Alas on the whole cruise, we dined alone, except for visits from the occasional temporary visitor or two.

There was a table for two next to us which was occupied by an Italian American gentleman who I can only describe as a larger-than-life sort of character and his charming companion. He wore glasses and an extraordinary amount of real or gold chains.

Attached to one was a gold-coloured motor launch about three inches long and two wide, which swung across his vast chest. It was a replica of one he once had, apparent diamond rings abounded on almost every finger and equally flashy apparent diamond and gold bracelets.

He said he had been a millionaire and lost two fortunes. He appeared to know everyone you mentioned. He had owned a hotel and managed a restaurant, fed Hilary Clinton when she was younger with pizzas. 

He was very critical of almost everything to do with the ship and was a regular torment to the waiters, and restaurant managers. His companion was delightful and tried to dampen down his excesses, with a very small degree of success.

That is what I like about cruising you meet some nice people and some much larger than you think real life can possibly produce. Yet they are very real!

We went to bed early on our first night, as we were exhausted, still suffering from jet lag and excitement.

The next day we arrived at our first port of call. My husband and I had been to Key West several years ago and we're looking forward to seeing it again. Have I  needed to buy some sturdy flip-flops?

Once ashore my husband too found something he needed. He became a David Bailey student as he played with his new video camera. We should hopefully have some interesting films to look at, at the end of the cruise.

We enjoyed our walkabout and the browse in the shops, plus a tea break and a slice of delicious Key lime pie. If you have never tried it, do. There were some very expensive yachts moored in the harbour. One I coveted was a smaller version of the Britannia. Roll on the lottery.

We ambled our way back on board, for another cup of tea minus cake, as our next exertion was to prepare ourselves for the last main meal of the day. Having said that, late-night revellers, had other options of chips, sausages and burgers. 

We managed to avoid those as we made our way to our cabin, to prepare ourselves for the next day´s adventures.

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Feb 20, 2024



Yes, we are avid storytellers and listeners, which takes us into all kinds of situations: some very serious, others sliding us into delightful mixes of unrehearsed comedy. Those moments carry us through the tough times.

It is interesting to meet groups from other countries, with their reactions and behaviour when in a foreign country, which can cause total amazement. There seems to be, in some cases, before setting off, no research about the customs, food, health issues, or animals and insects to be aware of.

Your little story caused me to chuckle: to be mistaken for a lovely local English-limited Cambodian; brilliant! I loved your description of the temples, teak wood, white linen tablecloths, orchids, and enormous tree roots. I have memories of those, too. Bareback riding was also fun in those days, winding my way through rubber plantations, and arriving back exhausted. I wish I was a fairy and could fly back for a quick visit in peaceful times. Not sure it would be the same though!

I have often wondered about those devastated people, trying to pick up the pieces of totally wrecked lives after wars of any kind have moved on.

Music is a great soother and healer, slowly over time. So is the peaceful mingling of different nationalities, learning from one another about the past and talking about the future: bits to avoid, others to expand and share with kindness and love.

Thank you. You have both started my thoughts flowing, trying to ignore the insistent beat of war drums in different parts of the world. I would far rather listen intently for the imaginary beat of fairy wings.

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Feb 19, 2024



I am a cat and I’ve been bombarded. Don’t know why it’s happened to me. My home is a pile of rubble and my family is missing. I’ve searched and searched around me but nowhere can I find a person that I remember, or who even recognises me.

Oh wow! Oh wow! Where can I go? Will my family come looking for me?

I’m living a nightmare. I long to feel warm and safe. Food is no longer on a plate for me to eat whenever I wish. I now know, with the pangs of hunger attacking me, that I am starving. I have to hunt for some food.

Yet I am terrified of leaving the hole providing me protection. The bombs are still falling every now and then; no idea when they will end. I long for a calming cuddle to last for a long, long time.

Someone is coming. Will they find me? They have food; I can smell it. They are talking gently. Shall I take the risk and show them where I now live? Slowly, I inch my way forward with the smell and sight of food tempting me. 

Suddenly, I am eating as fast as I can; then I crash: I am trapped in a cage. Let me out, let me out. I struggled, throwing myself against the bars. The voice of the man still with me remained so very kind. 

I slowly curled up in protection as the cage moved and he carried me along, then placed me in a van, where a chorus of voices called out. There were cats and dogs and a caged bird or two. Where are we going? No one seemed to know. The door closed and we moved away from the only place we had ever known.

Our journey seemed to go on forever. The sound of battle slowly dimmed. At last, we stopped, the door opened and our kind man was joined by other kind voices as, one by one, we were unloaded into the light and the warmth. Then food, delicious food, appeared, which we gulped down as fast as we could, as we did not know if there would be any more.

Later, I was taken out, weighed, injected, brushed, and had a collar put around my neck, with a number, a name and where I was found. I could not tell them my real name, though I tried so hard.

Days went by boringly, day after day until a shout of joy rang out and the kind man came towards me. “What a lucky cat you are. Your dad has been found; he has been looking for you. He will soon be here and you will be free.” He took me out and cuddled me close, whispering, “I am so glad, my friend, you are returning, minus one life, to your family. You still have eight more to go, so they say, so remain safe and free with lots of good luck on your back from me.”

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Feb 18, 2024



This is such an interesting and important subject. In the experience, I have in storytelling to complete strangers and friends, I am delighted to see the difference between when they arrive to listen and when they leave. Body shape changes, smiles, laughs, and sometimes tears, cause more alterations in demeanour.

Just yesterday I read a chapter of my book to my young carer. At the end, after a moment’s silence, I asked, “What did you think of the story?”

I saw her laugh and come alive, and she said, “I like it a lot as it takes the misery out of my head and allows me to leave with interesting and nice things to think about the rest of the day.”

She laughed again when I asked, “Would other young women of your age read it?” 

“Absolutely. It is amazing; they would love it. When will it be finished?”

She left a different person, and I sat adjusting my impression of a young lady released from misery, for a while at least. 

This young lady, up to this time, rarely smiled and never spoke unless spoken to. Caring is a very stressful life, especially when you are working long hours and so far away from your family and friends. 

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Feb 17, 2024



It began with an enticing advertisement for Shen Yun, an amazing show of classical Chinese dance at the Apollo Hippodrome in Hammersmith, London.

With two of our young family having a birthday within days of one another, it seemed a great idea to go as a family. The adults agreed: let’s go!

Half the family were coming up from the coast, so I decided to hire a taxi to take us to the theatre. The first complication was that I had acquired an awful cold, two and a half weeks before the event, with my husband acquiring it two days before the show. I was deemed well enough to go, armed with cough sweets and a mask. My husband decided to stay at home as he felt unwell. 

So, we now had a spare seat to fill. I rang two friends but they were out. My husband suggested our neighbour, whom I had discounted as she had a husband and little lad. However, on asking, she said, “I’d love to go.” Even though she had very kindly offered to make us curry and the children a pizza for lunch, leaving us time to relax for a while before dressing up and setting off to the show, she was still keen to join us.

On the family’s arrival, they were minus one member, my daughter-in-law. She had been struck down by this vicious, disruptive bug. I was so sad for her, and disappointed, as she so deserved something nice. Then the hunt was on to find another person for the last ticket. The dilemma was solved by my lovely neighbour who asked, “Can we take my son?” “Of course we can, why didn’t I think of it immediately?” I replied. She asked her young son, and he was keen to join us.

Once lunch and relaxation were over, we changed and prepared ourselves for the trip to the theatre. The taxi arrived on time, with a lovely driver whom we conversed with all the way. Subjects covered were Pakistan, religion, a pharmaceutical company, marriage and change of occupation, re-training, taking up law, travelling to the UK, transferring to a law degree here, and working a taxi to pay for it. He dropped us right outside the theatre, and I asked before I left him, “What are you going to do now? Will you be taking us back?” He did not know; all he said was, “I’m hungry; I’ll find something to eat.” We thanked him, waved goodbye, and made our way into the theatre.

As it was a late booking, the seats I had booked were very high up inside the theatre. My son disappeared and returned, waving two tickets. “These are for you and me, Mum, to sit near the front. I asked if they could help me, as you were disabled and would find it difficult to make it up the many steps to the top.”

We sat six rows from the front and had a wonderful time watching the traditional Chinese stories told in dance and music. The costumes were amazingly beautiful in their subtle colours and the stage backdrops changed frequently, giving you the sense of early Chinese life. The dancers, both male and female, were very well drilled and moved elegantly, with acrobatics being performed effortlessly.

The intermission came so quickly. My son disappeared to see my neighbour and the children in the gods. I talked to a very nice lady who had left her husband at home, as he was uninterested in this type of entertainment. 

The orchestra returned to their places and began tuning up, and the theatre audience returned to their seats. I became very anxious at my son’s non-appearance, as we were in the middle of a row and his late arrival would disturb many people. Suddenly, he appeared in the gangway with my young granddaughter, who would be no disturbance to anyone. He retreated upstairs to join the others in the gods.

All too soon, the show was over. We clapped and clapped in praise of the performances which delighted everyone.

We waited until the bulk of the auditorium had emptied before standing up and looking for my son. As I turned, there was a beautiful, elegant, tall lady standing behind me. She had on a gorgeous brown dress decorated with gold lattice ribbon. She was on her own, so I asked her how she had liked the performance. She said it was wonderful and was glad to have come. I then said, “I hope you don’t find me rude, but I just have to say how beautiful you look, from head to toe.” She laughed, saying, “It said in the programme to dress up. So I made the effort.” 

I laughed, replying, “It allowed me to wear my new fake fur jacket. However, I refrained from wearing my mother’s paste tiara; I thought that might be a step too far.”

The family arrived and, once gathered together, we made our way to the taxi. There was our lovely driver waiting for us.

Once we were all seated and strapped in and the driver had eased our way into the busy traffic, I asked, “What did you do? Did you eat?” He laughed, “I had two callouts: one to Heathrow, the other to Kingston Hill. Yet I managed to eat some dates and drink some milk. Open the glove box in front of you,” he instructed, “and pass the box of dates around in the taxi.”

So, one delightful date turned into a tasty date of another kind, and a truly magical night.

Much to my amazement and delight, the children loved the performance and talked about it frequently.

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Feb 15, 2024




A painful, hidden condition that affects most of us at one time or another during our lifetime, toothache has been responsible for sleepless nights at the beginning of life, for both babies and parents.

At school, the discarding of our first baby teeth sets off a painful awakening of the need to keep our teeth spotlessly clean with regular personal care, something at that age we can often forget, while involved in the excitement of childhood.

As time goes on, damage to tooth enamel occurs, resulting in decay and agonising toothache, requiring fillings and, on occasion, extractions. Sometimes, the extractions are unnecessary, but the alternative dental treatment is unaffordable. Losing a tooth, by any method, is preferable to living with constant tooth and gum pain.

When multiple extractions take place, the shape of the face alters, making you look much older than you are. It lowers your feelings of self-worth and changes how other people react to you.

So, I ask again: where are the Tooth Fairies?

Free NHS services for many have been withdrawn, causing misery, time off work, and other conditions triggered by infections from rotting teeth. As seen on the BBC today, in Bristol, the desperate need has generated long queues, waiting for hours in very cold weather, outside a dental practice open for free NHS dental care. This is the tip of the iceberg. We cannot be a country where you are judged rich or poor by the quality of the care, or lack of it, of your teeth.

This problem has an economic bite: will the Government be the Tooth Fairy, prepared to restore this vital service to those in constant pain while being financially distressed?

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Don’t look at us and laugh. 

Look seriously at yourselves 

And be prepared to cry in understanding.

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Feb 14, 2024



I glanced at the departing of the cold winter white.

Encouraged by the appearance of struggling fresh green.

Reminding me of my love yet to be declared.

While fresh and young on this special Valentine’s Day.

I seek a blossom oh so fine to give to you, my much loved Valentine.

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Feb 12, 2024



Why are boats nowadays, bobbing on shortened anchor chains, sails tightly furled and lashed away?

Where are the sailors waiting to answer the pull of the oceans?

Both are impatient to be free of the virus running rife.

Allowing them to return to life and freedom, they both once knew and loved.

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Feb 9, 2024



Arriving at the station, historic it is true, there you wait in shining splendour for passengers new. Some have never travelled before in the age of steam now gone, so they board you with excitement, awaiting that rush of steam, joined by your whistle-blowing, saying it is time to move away.

Slowly metal creaks on metal as carriages you tug behind. Gathering speed with each puff of steam and traction on the line. A comforting chuffing sound with the odd whistle hoot, tells us you are travelling at the right speed and on time.

Through your old-fashioned carriages, folks can mingle chat, laugh and pass. Exchanging pleasantries about the journey and the countryside slipping past. Children are being held on to as they stick their heads out the window, blowing their hair and laughing away in excitement as we travel on. Sadly no longer allowed now it is true.

Around a bend, a station comes into view and you start slowing, applying your brakes till you shudder to an abrupt creaking settling stop.

Passengers who want to leave the train, stand up to hop off, allowing others to hop on. Your whistle blows and your billowing steam tells us we are about to depart again.

Reaching your final destination, I reluctantly say goodbye, but I will be back on another occasion for you to give me another exciting grand steam train ride.

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Feb 8, 2024

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Climb aboard tough times ahead.

Trim the sails, and haul the anchor swiftly aboard.

Passengers we carry strong they have to be, truthful, honoured, respectful, kind, and protective.

Cast off away from the foul weather that impedes progress, knowing we will survive if we remain solidly together.

No false maps to follow, of treasure easy to find.

We are aiming for a better future for those we have left behind.

Sail fast compass true, no deviation on the path essential to take.

It is for the survival of humanity that this journey we must make.

Otherwise, there will be a tragic shipwreck from which many will fail to wake.

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Feb 7, 2024



Our hotel cleaning lady knocked on the door.

"Hola, may I clean your room?" 

We replied: "Can you give us ten minutes more please," in rather poor Spanish.

As we were getting ready for a swim.

One and a half hours later, we returned to see her doing our room.

On rushing in, my husband said "We have extra pillows."

Surprised I looked at the bed and was about to say "This is not our room."

When my husband said "And new bed covers."

I shouted "This is not our room," several times as he was hard of hearing.

"Come on quickly we have to leave."

On entering our own room next door, we burst into laughter as ours was still not done.

However, we did gain two extra pillows, as a reward from the whole experience.

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Feb 6, 2024



I do not think we have ever had so much trouble finding the bus stop, as we did in Fuerteventura.

On the first inquiry, we were told to go to the roundabout on the main road.

Off we set, none the wiser as to which was the main road.

There were several likely contenders with ornamental roundabouts, but no bus stop.

The next day, we made the second attempt we asked for firmer directions to the bus stop.

“Go up that road to the wooden house.”

Believe it or not, this was no help as several dwellings could pass as wooden houses. 

Still no sign of the bus stop.

After yet another set of directions, we eventually found the bus stop.

The wooden House was the bus stop itself,

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Feb 5, 2024



I hope the sea is calm and the sky is blue.

I hope the food is deliciously scrumptious.

I hope the ties of friendship, reach out and include you.

I hope the music moves you, to gather memories all brand new.

I hope the sunset fading lulls you, to sleep ready for the dawn.

I just hope you enjoy each of the next eight days while you are gone.

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