Gah
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No phone calls since 1975. Dont call me, I won't call you. Answers in an email. Likes may go up as well as down. Amateur poet of no merit epileptic and annoyingly woke, Cooperator, not a single but a return. Thanks for reaching out.
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Thanks for the reminder. Job done, Dunlin reaching for another envelope!
I'm already in up to the neck with Uber. They keep trying for £5.75 for a delay because they can't come. We got to the point where they pay me upfront, knowing they won't be able to deliver.
Aging
A woman on the radio says she's 'getting on',
Nearly 70.
Government stats say expectancy for men is 75,
A deep breath,
Quick,
What's next?
Empty garden now,
Even the last birds have left,
Just me, grass, and death.
#haiku
Soon Kings Norton's 'Mop Fair',
A time for manufactured fun.
Once a 'hiring fair' when the future was in the hands of the 'Master',
No NHS or pension
In those 'good old days', but lashings of common sense, fealty, and togetherness.
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A reminder to the #Alberta UCP government: Introducing intermediaries into universal public healthcare and public education will inevitably increase costs for Albertans, diverting hard-earned taxpayer dollars from essential services. #abpoli #ableg #SavePublicHealthcare #SavePublicEducation 🧵
Well it isn't that 'stupid' or 'thick'
Mizzle turned to drizzle
Rain 'possible'
Normality restored.
The forecast says
Birmingham: fog.
Nothing to be seen outside
Maybe its gone.
Used, abused and fly-tipped?
The shipping says: 'poor'.
But to me it's unclear,
Nothing to be seen,
Outside my window
No mist,
Or clouds close by,
Maybe its already gone,
Birmingham: 'dense fog',
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Nigel Farage went to Dulwich College which when he attended was more expensive than Eton

He earns £1.5m a year, 92% of which comes from dodgy donations

His girlfriend pays £885,000 in cash to buy houses but she's a waitress.

He's not a 'working man' he's very rich and corrupt
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We helped two foxes escape from the Warwickshire Hunt on Saturday 5th October

𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝘀. 𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲.

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Two foxes helped to safety from the Warwickshire Hunt
YouTube video by West Midlands Hunt Saboteurs
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That meant the end of 'our' time,
The embers now just cold soot.
Never relit by either of us.
Chimonea
The 'love-seat', our bench, preserved against the weather,
Turning us toward each other,
Feet warmed by the shared flaring chimonea.
Table between us for drinks and snacks,
Until the lid was cracked,
By one of mine,
The hotel weekends,
A summer fortnight,
Time with the amusing grandchildren
To support, Moving on, oldies involved.
The sudden uncoupling,
Contactless,
What happened?
Who decided?
Why?
Parting
It's not a fade away,
More a tearing uprooting
A death without a funeral,
No wake, or gathering, no understanding, or support,
A feeling of guilt spreading
This wouldn't happen
To someone else, their life goes on, immune
To our failure
Everyone else carries on, a success,
Bella Napoli, my little Italian restaurant for lunch in Shrewsbury UK.
Well, I suppose it's a choice,
Gold or Platinum?
£10 in it, a different vineyard?
Or more a comfortable staple?
Pigs in blankets,
Don't forget the sprouts,
The puddings are on the House.
Christmas ready
As the horrendous hot days, finally fade away
Have they?
The time trips over a bump,
And the handbills come out
Avoid cooking and washing up
Have your traditional Christmas with us!
Poor Trump, he must feel a wet fart after all the creeping for the Nobel Peace prize, perhaps there is one for being a prize sociopathic prat?
Home far from the sea,
Seabirds fly over cloud waves,
I feel on the edge.
#haiku
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The wind, everywhere.
This land belongs to rocks, birds
And surf.
Birds feel their way knowing through their claws
The shape of
The granite, now claimed as theirs.
Penzance is the end of the line
A beginning. Not an end,
Don't watch me,
I will slide away quietly
A coffee, a cake
Just like anywhere else,
Think about where next?
It doesn't matter here, a gathering of itself. The sea to that side and the other the ocean,
I haven't decided,
Where I am going tomorrow,
But I know that I have,
Already forgotten.