Diss – Robin’s Nest

Thief of time steals more than hours and minutes – it can steal lives

I am a man of good intentions. I am also a procrastinator of the highest order. Sometimes it is good to defer an action for a day or two: if it’s pouring with rain there is no point working in the garden; if you’re not hungry you can always pop the joint in the fridgeContinue reading “Thief of time steals more than hours and minutes – it can steal lives”

A Mind’s Journey to Diss

by John Betjamin (1906-1984) Dear Mary, Yes, it will be bliss To go with you by train to Diss, Your walking shoes upon your feet, We’ll meet, my sweet, at Liverpool Street. That levellers we may be reckoned Perhaps we’d better travel second; Or, lest reporters on us burst, Perhaps we’d better travel first. AboveContinue reading “A Mind’s Journey to Diss”