Bitcherel

I was recently given this anthology of poems chosen by John Mortimer. 

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May Gleanings

Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. (Ode on Solitude, Alexander Pope) At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve… Continue reading May Gleanings

To Autumn

Velux window vents closed, central heating on (set at 60 degrees) a scarf selection across the bannisters in the hall; it’s autumn.

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Coronavirus Chronicle VIII

This year it will be on Thursday 13th November. It’s when, in the old days, I used to go out at lunchtime in the City and drink Beaujolais Nouveau until I was sick. This exceptional year it was yesterday; the first day Londoners could go out on the lash in pubs and restaurants since March.

Wartime Reading List

John Colville’s Downing Street Diaries are not what they seem He could be taken to task under the Trade Descriptions Act (1968) as on the first page he “was living in luxury, at least by war-time standards, and basking in the Prime Minister’s favour.”

Poem Exchange

I sent an e mail on the Sabbath; I cast my bread upon the waters. The quote continues “for you will find it after many days”. This makes no investment sense. Chucking a perfectly good crust away and getting a soggy, mouldy, inedible mess back is akin to investing with Neil Woodford. But I digress.

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