Tis but Conker season even at my age i stoop to pick up..the smoothness, that wax feeling then pressed to the nose smelling childhood way back when there was perhaps nothing else but Conkers on the end of old shoe laces at this time of year, when play grounds dipped to the laughter of children...a think tank for the future was laid bare on the front page of none other than the Tory rag...The Times...today predicting we humans will work until we are a hundred....tonight i rest my case, sigh for all those whom never even made sixty-five before returning to the leaf mould....So Goeth...
Tuesday 6th October 2015.
Tis but Conker season even at my age i stoop to pick up..the smoothness, that wax feeling then pressed to the nose smelling childhood way back when there was perhaps nothing else but Conkers on the end of old shoe laces at this time of year, when play grounds dipped to the laughter of children...a think tank for the future was laid bare on the front page of none other than the Tory rag...The Times...today predicting we humans will work until we are a hundred....tonight i rest my case, sigh for all those whom never even made sixty-five before returning to the leaf mould....So Goeth...
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Wednesday 14th May.
I am slipping across the page on this cold sunny afternoon in case i cannot sit awhile tonight..as plans are folding across my mind for the long…
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Tuesday 13th May 2025.
Today 58 years ago today in 1967, the song by Scott Mckenzie, San Fransico { Be sure to wear some flowers in you hair. } was released, i was 11 years…
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Friday 2nd May 2025.
I am glad that i can now scribble the month of May and the threat of Jack Frost and Mr Snow have drifted home to Bonkers-Ville for the Summer. I did…
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