Farewell

Who’s that man in the garden? Don’t worry it’s only me – or my dad

It’s been getting on for 30 years since I said my final farewell to my father, my last words to him were very simple, “I love you”. I miss him every day. No. That’s wrong. I don’t miss him because he is with me every day. This weekend I found he is with me moreContinue reading “Who’s that man in the garden? Don’t worry it’s only me – or my dad”

One And Twenty

by Samuel Johnson Long-expected one and twentyLing’ring year at last has flownPomp and pleasure, pride and plentyGreat Sir John, are all your own.Loosen’d from the minor’s tether,Free to mortgage or to sell,Wild as wind, light as featherBid the slaves of thrift farewell.Call the Bettys, Kates and JenneysEv’ry name that laughs at care.Lavish of your Grandsire’sContinue reading “One And Twenty”

If you want to get ahead get a hat, or two, or four, or even more

Who among you has never collected things – from cigarette cards to Pokemon cards; postage stamps to old coins; autographs to train numbers? You may even have become a collector by accident, or by just not throwing things away when other tastes change. There are even unconscious collectors. You buy a book and because youContinue reading “If you want to get ahead get a hat, or two, or four, or even more”

Ann Brontë 1820-1849 Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they shall still dwell; And they shall cheer and comfort me. O, beautiful, and full of grace! If thou hadst never met mine eye, I had not dreamed a living face Could fancied charms so farContinue reading “Farewell”