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On My Seventieth Birthday !

On My Seventieth Birthday. For breakfast there will be Eggs Benedict with buttered mouth-watering toast, dripping and ladened, there will be bustle, laughter, cuddles and kisses, family and friends, greetings and wishes. On my Seventieth birthday, there will be…...

A Privilege Denied To Many.

To all my female friends Most of us are going through the next stage of our lives. We are at that age where we see the wrinkles, grey hair, extra pounds. We see the pretty 25 year old’s and sigh. But, we were once 25, too, just like they will one day be our age....

“How lucky I am”

Having already been to the United Arab Emirates in April for a Desert Reunion and having the most super time, staying at the Al Ain Hilton and meeting-up again with old friends, travelling with my youngest Son Jo and reliving the time we spent  there in this desert...

“Manchester”

A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness… It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
ROBERT FROST, The letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer. Manchester – 22 May 2017 Dark these recent stormy skies...