Spyche’s friend Jolo – http://www.pumpkinpie.net – comes off climbing wall, shatters leg, and is promptly dropped as web wizard by BPC (British Psychoanalytic Council). There’s thoughtful now.
Spyche’s birthday today and little Max’s funeral – Sweetbean (Mrs YoYo Amore) joins tears for a two-year-old whose words were ‘kiss’ and ‘nice’. Dougal double checks Spyche’s age, Settings saves himself, and Juggler makes Spyche laugh. Life catches us out but a blog lives on..
Time to shuffle cards, feel pulse, pitch tent at oasis in mind.. do you hear the duffer’s warning? no breeze up this time .. may-an-injun do two-step, early days .. but Derby 14 it is!
The Guv woke up this morning, sipped his early morning tea, folded his spectacles and put them neatly on top of his teacup. He closed his eyes and passed away as easily and quietly as he had lived. 1912-2001. No trouble to anyone.
Eyes lose light in mourning dawning, black fades to matt under brightening summer sky; downed honeybee eaten by ants..
Marigold gets sad knock back, Deed sums up, Settings ‘offs’ target. Not-so-Quickly moves on – spyche turns pots, turns tables – and, hello, freedom ..no ‘foreign domination or despotic government’ Let’s dance!
He was 26 and at the end of his second tour. He talked about the marvels of watching the sunrise and light in the dark sky, of flying above woolly clouds, and recognizing his home station on the green earth below…
Ralph could have baled out with his crew but he didn’t, even though he was unhurt. Bob and he went down to their deaths together, and are buried in the same plot in the cemetery at …
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