oh the beautiful words
I was listening to an audiobook the other day and the lady said the word patina. It was a word I don’t hear very often and for some reason
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wonderful whitby
Dracula roams the Abbey walls
Prowling for his damsel in distress
While friendly tourists snake through alleys
Cobbled with that ancient paving
Searching for their fish and chips.
it’s coming home
Girls in football boots,
Knee high socks and scientists
Who’ve analysed their stride
And how they take a penalty.
No longer are they laughing stocks,
They’re proper athletes taking on the world
And now the women have the chance
To show men how its done.
Come on England Lionesses, bring it home this year.
Sun screen
Do you remember that song,
The one that told us all to wear
Sun screen, and a million other things
That none of us recall?
Well, I wish I’d listened closely
As I touch the blistered skin
And wince with wicked pain
After yet another misspent afternoon
Baking in the tandoor sun.
you must be a teenage dream
One thing I really love to read – when it’s done well – is descriptions of teenage love. There’s something magical about that first love, when
Read More...write yourself a letter
I think that there is such power in letter writing, and that includes writing letters to yourself. Sometimes, if you know you are about to go
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I am sorry to admit that I am a massive fan of Selling Sunset on Netflix. I am well aware that it is staged and that half of the dramas have been
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We are having awful queues going into Dover to get across to France on the ferries and trains and you have to question whether or not it is
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I’m just watching a documentary that Roman Kemp made about male suicide. His best friend killed himself and he has suffered
Read More...the scent of swimming pool
The automatic doors slide open
And the waft of swimming pool arrives
The metallic sound of splashing legs
As children push across their kickboard floats
The wall of blue that meets the eye
Soothes the ragged soul
This is a church of sorts
A place to hold my body in mid flight
A hit of power coursing through the veins
As one slides into a muffled world
Below the surface you can’t hurt me
I’m in a daydream world.