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


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

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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

a woman applying sunscreen on arm
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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.

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


bitches in the office

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


the scent of swimming pool

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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.