Am I the only person who finds this new style blogger format difficult to operate? Every time I write a post I struggle with centring the first image. Much distress is caused. I have to confess I am a person who never reads instructions believing that I can pick it up as I go. Perhaps I need to start...
I contacted my MP yesterday to ask why if he had had a change of heart about voting against free school meals for children in the half term holiday.
I have to say his reply was swift, but written some time ago as it included the line:
Turning to yesterday’s vote on an opposition motion calling for the provisions made in summer to also be extended into the Christmas School Holidays.
I think I have received a circular. Still as they say in Widnes "owt is better than nowt". Voting to feed children would be better than them going hungry.
The origin of this post's poem is that I was thinking about people sharing a silence because they did not need to speak, because they knew one another so well words were unnecessary. Thanks must again go to the Secret Poets for their insights.
if he had stayed in this village,
and lived out his life amongst these men
he would be sharing their silence
but here he is talking
about people and places of which
they know little and care less
wordlessly judging him
by their own lived experience
that’s how it always goes
now his father is dead
the last link severed
he will not return
for him there would be no
sea captain’s homecoming
with money and tales of the sea
no
he would be like Lot
and he will not look back
I've been painting a bedroom this week, this is not a photograph of what it looked like, can't remember where I took this.
Anyway I've been listening to lots of David Bowie on the mp3 player as I have painted. So here is a slice of nostalgia.
I sent this video to a friend and they asked what exactly a bipperty- bopperty hat is? I have no idea.
Until next time.
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