Having had a marvellous time in Scotland (just before the operation) I wanted to come home and write lots of bucolic poetry about the wonderful scenery I had witnessed. This … Continue reading
Prompted by a visit to the spectacularly odd town of Dungeness on the southeastern corner of England. An expansive shingle beach is sparsely covered with shacks, bungalows, the odd piece … Continue reading
May 18th Mook seemed in a better mood today. Spiggy decided that something urgent needed doing, so undoing more rooms wouldn’t be the best idea. I don’t really think he … Continue reading
June 4th Spiggy sleeps closest to the door, so when Mook knocked, I kicked him out to answer it. Mook arrived with breakfast. Breakfast in bed is getting to be … Continue reading
After playing some Bach, which Spiggy dismissed as ‘music box rubbish’, we sat down for breakfast. Spig was his usual inscrutable self; Mook, again, had something on his mind. He … Continue reading
When we opened the main doors. It was X-Ray Spex. I could hear X-Ray Spex!
“Well it’s quite primal thing. A lot of animals sleep with their tribe. It’s safety, comfort and warmth. And we are just animals after all.”
To be published by Dense Weed Publications at the Beginning of July.
He wanted to know why we didn’t go out at night. I did a double take. I thought it was obvious.
“Yes, I understand that those creatures are out there. Is that the only reason?”
“Isn’t that enough?”
He smiled and said,