Thursday, December 28, 2017
Violet Violet was the smallest Gnome ever known. Her Father was so disgusted when he was handed her wrapped in rose petals. He stomped around as Gnomes always did or do. Eventually he could stand the stain on his gnome-hood no longer. He gave poor little Violet to big Minnie who was on her way to...
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Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Uncle Albert Now I am a man of gentle taste My hand will slip around the waist of anyone who makes me think that I should have had much more to drink. The trouble is when eyes are twinkling I know, I know, what you are thinking You think that I might bite your ear. Well really I am not like that...
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Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Uncle Albert from his memoirs Attention, I would just like to mention It is only a brain contacting you again. Now a brain refrains from being vain If it has sense it may keep you tense And be interesting, although resisting that first endeavour, to be too clever. Other brains perk up as each...
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Saturday, December 16, 2017
The odd moments in a village life. The village remains in my memory although now I would hesitate to return. A lot of this story was told to me by a man who loved to retell his life and I feel sad that I have to sit with him and listen again long after he has departed. I don ’ t know if he made it...
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Wednesday, December 13, 2017
CC. 'Yes Chumpet.@ Can I ask you something personal?' 'Well no one will read this so it won't matter at all.' 'Well CC. do you have any really, really, early memory?' I remember having a kind of feeling, I suppose that would be before I was born it was not anything much just awareness. I don't know...
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Friday, November 17, 2017
Oldie Bear all. Is this it? Can this truly be the great experience? It feels Like cotton reels are unwinding and I am being stitched up. I was pitched on to the conveyor belt stuffed with nonsense With all the suspense of a whistle blocked by a bit of fluff. It might be good enough for a plaything...
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Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Old times 'Piece of cake.' I looked at the rat poison on a slice of bread. I swallowed a teaspoonful of weak tea and shook my head. The old man started a tale about pig's trotters, his old lady took umbrage and told him not so rude when a lad is drinking tea.. We used to have such fun she mused,...
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Saturday, October 21, 2017
This was true mostly but of course all has changed. We are the gipsies without a set plan Travelling families in each caravan. We mind the race courses, for a small fee will name All winning horse to those who are game. You can see the dogs running quietly beside the wheels of our wagons, no need to...
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Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Yum, yum. I remember feeling hungry in a dream and in recompense I turned into a tiger and looked around for dinner. But the rabbits looked at me with such innocence I could not eat them and grew thinner. So I turned into a little furry rabbit But times seemed hard and we were all chewing Well am...
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Sunday, October 15, 2017
This is part of the poem of the time I ordered a homely robot to be an unobtrusive au pair. XOP;; Excuse me husband who was that woman? you were behaving like a mutt. CC. She is just someone I knew, when you were nuts and bolts.. XOP Look husband please don't talk as though you deal in smut. I do...
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