Way to go, Shappi! :-) xx

Extraordinary.
Have you been hacked?

If you tell little kids stuff they believe you. Once, sat on my grandads lap, stroking his head I asked him where his hair had gone.The wind blew it off & away down the river,he said.I remember staring at the electric heater in the fire place thinking it could happen to any of us

Dear Mr. Rail Operators.
The signals between Brighton and Gatwick seem mostly to be set to Fucked.
I’m guessing you’ve checked the manual already, so you might be wanting to look at an upgrade.
Lots of love,
Alf. X

Was talking about my English grandad today. He was a milkman in Holloway. One day on his rounds, late60’s/early 70’s, photographer David Bailey stopped him and invited him in to sit for a portrait. It was our claim to fame. A poor photo of a photo but you get the gist.

In all good conscience it has to be said that when I was assailed way back when for my ‘wrong-think transgressions’, it was only
Cursed E on the other side of the argument that defended me.

Those poor sub-post masters. The dystopian horror of being damned as wicked and found guilty. Utterly bewildered and helpless. They must have felt they were drowning in madness. Chilling.

April 10th.
Taken from the album Other

‘Fog
Like boiled wool
Felt-tight
Rolled in as though a bale of hay introduced
And there grew up a wall of concrete grey
Cutting brief the promenade
And swallowing whole
companion dogs…’

April 10th youtu.be/c7xD3Sk276E?si… via YouTube

Poxy bloody car alarms. They never come out and check the shitters. Just leave them out there honking on repeat to ruin my head. Don’t even look at me sideways right now. I’ve got a right old fashioned face on.

The joy of being 62 is, if CSE maths serves me well, that I can no longer be classified as a middle-aged woman. This means I am no longer the scourge of polite society nor prime causer of human suffering.
Time to wear purple and hone the spitting.
Result.

Can’t see a grain of humanity in the mindset of a soul that’d approve this,let alone imagine a godhead that requires it.Hate’s not my natural bedfellow but these abominations tuck us in together

Taliban leader Akhundzada says women will be stoned to death telegraph.co.uk/world-news/202…

Easter for us is always an extended family affair. Siblings and the kids and their kids. I make the gingerbread men. I like to make them antsy.
I figure being put in the oven and having to leg it out would give anyone the arsehole.
A teaching opportunity, if anything.

Loneliness can seem endemic. Your lot. A state presenting as endless. You will be many people in your one life and every new day awaits your instruction. Your people are out there. First, welcome yourself like all the other souls you want better for. Be first your own friend.
X

Hate is an ugly thing. Given to understand prison sentences are to be afforded those that express it, I’d like to know where these places are to be found when we are told places are now scant. We can all agree rape is a hateful crime. Can we accommodate those perpetrators too?

We all may have wondered where she was but ‘she should have said’ is not what we should be arriving at. Sometimes the right to tell belongs to time, and we all have the right to time for ourselves. Best not to make playgrounds of other people’s lives.

How bizarre. An account here tried to dox a woman for being a covert grandmother albeit erroneously. I’m not taking any chances..I fess up. I’m outing myself. My children have had children.
I probably don’t know where to put my face, or something.