If I was a churlish oaf I could possibly say that the boys let me down today, especially when you consider it is my birthday and I had high hopes of a victory in Cardiff against Italy. I am not, however, churlish or an oaf and I can honestly say that Wales made me proudContinue reading “Never mind the Six Nations – our eyes are on the World Cup 2027”
Author Archives: Robin
You don’t have to be a winner to make your followers proud of you
The boys did us proud today – I know they lost to France but the first half was a brilliant back and forth game which, for the most part, led to Wales just keeping a couple of points in front. They had certainly had a rousing pre-match sing song with Max Boyce belting out hisContinue reading “You don’t have to be a winner to make your followers proud of you”
When it comes to celebrities you probably beat them with your IQ
I have always enjoyed TV quiz shows going right back to Crackerjack and through to the current crop which includes Only Connect, Mastermind, Pointless and, of course Richard Osman’s House of Games. There have been many others over the years, including Take Your Pick and Double Your Money, University Challenge, Impossible, Tipping Point, Eggheads .Continue reading “When it comes to celebrities you probably beat them with your IQ”
Restaurant reroofed in time for a sleepy little friend to have breakfast
Having commented on two hedgehogs having come out of hibernation last week, with the hedgehog feeding station lacking a roof, I had not seen them again, although the weather has been pretty bad. Then last night, actually this morning at five to six, one of my prickly little friends turned up. Just as well IContinue reading “Restaurant reroofed in time for a sleepy little friend to have breakfast”
Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen
by Lisa Zaran Death is not the finalWithout ears, my father still listens,still shrugs his shoulderswhenever I ask a question he doesn’t want to answer.I stand at the closet door, my hand on the knob,my hip leaning against the frame and I ask himwhat does he think about the war in Iraqand how does heContinue reading “Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen”
Brown Penny
by William Butler Yeats I whispered, ‘I am too young,’And then, ‘I am old enough,’Wherefore I threw a pennyTo find out if I might love.’Go and love, go and love, young man,If the lady be young and fair.’Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,I am looped in the loops of her hair.O love is the crookedContinue reading “Brown Penny”
Wars And Rumours Of Wars
by Emanuel Xavier “Ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars,see that ye not be troubles,All these things must come to pass, but the ends is yet.”Matthew 24:6 I escape the horrors of warwith a towel and a roomOffering myselfto Palestinian and Jewish boysas a “piece” to the Middle Eastwhen I should be concernedContinue reading “Wars And Rumours Of Wars”
Requiescat
by Oscar Wilde Tread lightly, she is nearUnder the snow,Speak gently, she can hearThe daisies grow.All her bright golden hairTarnished with rust,She that was young and fairFallen to dust.Lily-like, light as snow,She hardly knewShe was a woman, soSweetly she grew.Coffin-bound, heavy snow,Lie on her breast,I vex my heart alone,She is at rest.Peace, Peace, she cannotContinue reading “Requiescat”
Spring is almost sprung as my hibernating pals return
It definitely looks as though Spring is about to jump out and say a big HELLO! to the world in general and hopefully our garden in particular. It doesn’t alleviate the sorrow I feel now that I have accepted the death of poor old Hopalong, my three-legged foxy friend. Last night, however, there were twoContinue reading “Spring is almost sprung as my hibernating pals return”
Watching The Mayan Women
by Luisa Villani I hang the window inside outlike a shirt drying in the breezeand the arms that are missing come to meYes, it’s a song, one I don’t quite comprehendalthough I do understand the laundryWhite ash and rainwater, a methodmy aunt taught me, but I’ll never knowhow she learned it in Brooklyn. Her mindhasContinue reading “Watching The Mayan Women”
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