Blow me but I can’t remember if I’ve got amnesia or not
It would be a good idea to keep a journal so everything is not forgotten
Today is kind of a sad day
Lots of people have turned out to pay their respects
For he was indeed one of the best and most devoted Deputy Mayors
In a long line of Deputy Mayors
The business is doing well in the more than capable hands of the remaining children
The lark and song is probably somewhere around because it almost always is
In spite of the presence of former schoolmasters who are now writers and grumblers
And who know quite a lot about books and craft beer
There’s nothing I hate more than cold buttered toast
That, and standing outside the supermarket in the rain waiting for a taxi
Of course things can go wrong, things can always go wrong
We all need at least a modicum of care and attention
I don’t deny that
It’s good to have someone to talk to even if all they do is pretend to be listening
We were looking forward to gathering for drinks on the veranda but
“The sky was abloom with stars . . . .
In the faint elusive light flitter-mice were whirling about . . . .”
At times people can drive you bats
Other times one is overwhelmed by an overwhelming sense of love for one’s
fellow men and women
It can be difficult to know for sure if he’s being ironic or not
Our hero certainly has previous on that score
“PEOPLE OF THE WORLD: RELAX!”
Are we daunted, Joe?
You bet we are
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Copyright © Martin Stannard, 2023
Picture Nick Victor
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