My work boots..blue uniform...flounder in the cellar which means i am away from the working saddle for more than a weekend...the first day of leave is always the hardest to fold into most of the day i spend clock watching thinking i should be here there in my tiny red van...the power of work holds a key to my life though coming to it's end..still holds that magic i feel towards the people whom say a thank you...to this last service my tiny red van supplies...my own thoughts across all these years since 1981..are that the internet..has saved the post office from drifting beneath the leaf mould to be talked about as ancient history...thus defunct...There is still one mature lady on my round whom still hand writes letters leaves them on a small table just inside her front door with a kit-Kat bar of chocolate...she is one of those old ladies whom makes life bareable in this mad crash modern world...on a selfish note i hope her smile and white coat remains until the day comes when i will not pull on working boots any longer....I do think tis but time for that red can..so to all whom pass this way have a good weekend....So Goeth
Friday 14th July 2017.
My work boots..blue uniform...flounder in the cellar which means i am away from the working saddle for more than a weekend...the first day of leave is always the hardest to fold into most of the day i spend clock watching thinking i should be here there in my tiny red van...the power of work holds a key to my life though coming to it's end..still holds that magic i feel towards the people whom say a thank you...to this last service my tiny red van supplies...my own thoughts across all these years since 1981..are that the internet..has saved the post office from drifting beneath the leaf mould to be talked about as ancient history...thus defunct...There is still one mature lady on my round whom still hand writes letters leaves them on a small table just inside her front door with a kit-Kat bar of chocolate...she is one of those old ladies whom makes life bareable in this mad crash modern world...on a selfish note i hope her smile and white coat remains until the day comes when i will not pull on working boots any longer....I do think tis but time for that red can..so to all whom pass this way have a good weekend....So Goeth
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Tuesday 23rd February 2021.
Today is the 2nd anniversary of Peter Tork from the Monkee's passing away,it was one of the few American TV shows allowed to be seen in the home…
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Valentines Day 14th February 2021.
I just want to whisper Bleecker Street..by Simon And Garfunkel...on this romantic eve....and leave it at that, before my words dribble into romantic…
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Thursday 11th February 2021.
February is perhaps my second month of the year which sinks me down into the cabbages of melancholy madness that lazy lob of i'll post a few…
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