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Made with Love I wrote before about Nana. I can see her now. Usually she sat in the rocking chair. That was in our kitchen. The chair faced the clock. On the right was a little “Morning Room” and then the lobby to the front door. Nana presided over domestic duties in our house. Truthfully … More Made with Love and A Dozen of Flour

You used to sit next to me. I talked to you. (I didn’t know you). You stood next to me. We queued together. (I asked you about your family). We complained to each other about the fare. We talked all the way to town. Sometimes even about the weather. We drank coffee together. “One lump … More Alone

In a way it is a kind of nosiness. It is nosiness that leads to information. In this way it puts to bed some grief. Also some love. Also some gratitude. It has often been an unpleasure to write about school. Primary school was a different matter however. Much happiness and pleasure there was there. … More For Mister, Read Teacher

I cannot take you there now. I can but point. (Though it would be a place in the air). In my mind I can see it. (That place). I can see the surroundings. There was grass. There were low fences with fine iron wire netting. There were bus stops. Some even had shelters. Bus Stops. … More The Way to the Manger

Stages Stops Requests Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? We all went by bus. It’s Quicker by Bus. They told us that. Everywhere. Along with Schweppervescence. And Guernsey Toms. Adverts on the buses themselves. And rude advertisements (It’s better with Mustard) and (It’s better with butter) all in the days before people believed the publicity (believed in … More There (and back) to See How Far It Is

Owning the Road You: Love driving; Luuuuurve your fast car… I: Love driving; Love my fast car… You: Luuurrrrve the “open road”; Luuuuurve Driving; Luuuuurve your fast car… I: Love driving; Love my fast car… You: Wanna own the road; Do own the road; Feel Protected; Luuurrrrve the “open road”; Luuuuurve Driving; Luuuuurve your fast … More Owning the Road

TV. The Box. The Telly. Getting square eyed. Getting Goggle Eyed. We loved it. We love it. Everybody Loved It. We talked about it. The next day. We carried last night in our heads. We reenacted it. In school. In those great spaces (before the next charlatan turned up)(“Who Have We Got Next?”) (“What have … More TV NOW