Thursday, March 07, 2013


The Rain

The rain fell this morning as yielding, silken tears onto bare skin
These welcome kisses of precipitation moisturise the cold, arid earth
Water warmly delves deep into the underground places of hiding
Awakes all below with its soft penetration to lift them from slumber
So be gone winter today; for spring now calls and I wait for it here

Wednesday, March 06, 2013


Getting Old Jokes although they are probably not as funny the older you get. But at least if they raise a smile you know you are doing ok.

 

An elderly gentleman had serious hearing problems for a number of years. He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed him to hear 100%

The elderly gent went back in a month to the doctor and the doctor said, 'Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again.'

The gentleman replied, 'Oh, I haven't told my family yet. I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I've already changed my will three times!'

 

 

Two elderly gentlemen Jim and Eddie were sitting on a bench under a tree when one turns to the other and says:

Eddie asks, ‘I’m 83 years old now and I'm just full of aches and pains. I know you're about my age so how do you feel?'’

Jim replies, 'I feel just like a newborn baby.'

Eddie replies, 'Really! Like a newborn baby!?'

Jim laughs, 'Yes. No hair, no teeth, and I think I just wet my pants.'

 

 

Hospital regulations require a wheel chair for patients being discharged. However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn't need my help to leave the hospital.

After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator.

On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him.

'I don't know,' he said. 'She's still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown.'

 

 

Couple in their nineties are both having problems remembering things. During a checkup, the doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want to start writing things down to help them remember..

Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair. 'Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?' he asks.

'Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?'

'Sure.’

'Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?' she asks.

'No, I can remember it.'

'Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down, so as not to forget it?'

He says, 'I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries.'

'I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, write it down?' she asks.

Irritated, he says, 'I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!'

Then he toddles off into the kitchen.. After about 20 minutes, The old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.. She stares at the plate for a moment.

'Where's my toast?’

Monday, March 04, 2013


Pannettone Bread and Butter Pudding Soufflé

Ingredients
  • Panettone Loaf sliced
  • 6 eggs
  • 225ml / half-pint double cream
  • 225ml / half-pint full fat milk
  • 2 tbsp light brown sugar
  • Demerara sugar for sprinkling on top
     
  1. Grease 4 large ramekins
  2. Beat together milk, cream and eggs
  3. Using a cutter the same size as the ramekin cut out circle from Pannettone slice and lay in bottom of ramekin. Sprinkle 1 tsp of light brown sugar and spoon in 2 tablespoons of the beaten egg and milk mixture. Repeat with second slice.
  4. Place third slice on top and divide remaining liquid between the four puddings. Use all the liquid but you may have to wait for the bread to absorb it. Sprinkle with 1 tsp of Demerara sugar, cover and refrigerate till needed (minimum of 4 hours if possible)
  5. Bake in preheated oven from cold at 175 for 20-30 minutes till well risen and golden (see photo)
  6. Enjoy hot with vanilla ice cream

Tip – use the left over Pannettone pieces to feed the birds or incorporate into an apple crumble mix or steamed pudding as breadcrumbs. Works beautifully with a spotted dick pudding.
 
In case you're wondering the middle ramekin is an apple crumble


Melody

Day meets night and an alteration of song from the border of time is heard
The ringing, ethereal harmony now pitched to coming night chimes in glassy notes
How could I be so senseless, sightless, deceived by the brighter melody of the day
For it sings softly to me now of all that is passing away and I am content in hope
That night rises amidst the fading day spent in the promise of another swift sunrise

Friday, March 01, 2013


Science magazine via the Guardian 1st Mar 2013

Loss of wild pollinator’s serious threat to crop yields, study finds

Wild bees and other insects twice as effective as honeybees in producing seeds and fruit on crops. The decline of wild bees and other pollinators may be an even more alarming threat to crop yields than the loss of honeybees, a worldwide study suggests, revealing the irreplaceable contribution of wild insects to global food production.

Scientists studied the pollination of more than 40 crops in 600 fields across every populated continent and found wild pollinators were twice as effective as honeybees in producing seeds and fruit on crops including oilseed rape, coffee, onions, almonds, tomatoes and strawberries. Furthermore, trucking in managed honeybee hives did not replace wild pollination when that was lost, but only added to the pollination that took place.


And they laughed at Rachel Carson
But now the silent spring is upon us

Thursday, February 28, 2013



Wend softly
 
By silvered pale transference of fairy light
From the moon hid behind clouds of lace
Wend softly thou footsteps
Across frost laden meadows
Toward the distant high green mount
Follow the illuminated path of prudence
And hope after all; progress by shade is safest
There wait through nights watch till the sun
Like a phoenix arises new from the east
See the world shimmering in a new radiance
And no longer held in sway with darkness

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Maple leaf on the pond ice - amazing how the autumn colour has been kept and highlighted by the ice

 
Maple leaf lies prostrate on pond ice
Highlighted by the light to remind us
Autumn shades are retained into winter
And that even though we fade and fall
We remain spirits and beings of colour

Monday, February 25, 2013


ACADEMY AWARDS 2013 WINNERS

Best Picture: Argo
Actor: Daniel Day-Lewis, Lincoln
Actress: Jennifer Lawrence, Silver Linings Playbook
Supporting Actor: Christoph Waltz, Django Unchained
Supporting Actress: Anne Hathaway, Les Miserables
Directing: Ang Lee, Life of Pi
Original Song: Skyfall from Skyfall, Adele Adkins and Paul Epworth

So they put on a glittering show; to show the world all that they know
Money and spectacle to display; at the gilt altar of celebrity let’s us pray
The sycophantic praises begin; there are so many actresses who are thin
Its self-serving media circus at best; but our sexy Adele blew away the rest

Was it just me or was it all rather flat and boring this year. Perhaps once you see the self promoting event for what it is then it, inevitably; must lose some of the glamour. But I do think it is really important that the people in the film industry are recognised and lauded as they are not paid very much. The minimum wage rate or something similar I heard. For me Adele was the star of the show.

Sunday, February 24, 2013


Awake

So into day ride on great horses that may bear the weight of hearts reborn
The spirit of adventure now thrust toward is grasped for all its new temper
That may chance cross rapid path that we gallop our steeds along so blithely?
For love alone is now our steersman to the hunt and the blind guide sees all
Within this new day that crackles with possibilities amid the echoes of eternity
Our sure joy and hope is greatest in the company of peers and inside that faction
Ills fall away as soft dropping snowflakes onto warm ground under a midday sun

George Osborne has vowed to stick to the Coalition’s economic plans even after Britain lost its cherished AAA credit rating amid concern about weak growth and rising debt.

Call me cynical but isn’t it funny how this was announced on Friday after the stock market has closed. Watch that baby plummet to the bottom on Monday taking Sterling with it.

In any case just how are we expecting to get the AAA rating back when the country keeps spending most of the money it gets on things that will only benefit people from other countries who never have and never will contribute?
 

The ship of a great state now holed with its metal rent
A countries money bought in tears is now almost spent
Forgive me dearest reader then this cynical tone of phrase
But I am now old enough to remember much better days

Saturday, February 23, 2013


The Apple

Delicate hues of emerald and soft blushes of pink
The colouring of summer left from fair wind and sun
The apple reverently pulled off the tree in autumn
Is plucked from the store now; with no less honour

Friday, February 22, 2013


New Song

The day yet unmade will roll out across the hills
With all the splendour of a song yet set to word
Where else but in the fast evaporating shadows
Between the cold, hard night breaking unto dawn
Shall the soul so richly stir and sweet music make?

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Horseshoe Pass between Llangollen and Ruthin on Monday when i drove through on the way to a shop with a neighbour who was buying an antique bed - so picturesque.


The Question

Hanging by a thread that shall so soon be cut like a redundant cobweb
I enquire at the heavens with countless questions that fall back in silence
So for what; am I gifted this prescience, that turns reason into doubt
For wit is surely lacking; save all that is ending in incessant banality
Sated so with news I turn thus to devour the past while the future waits
For within glimmers of wisdom comes a very thought; the days are made

Wednesday, February 20, 2013


The Promise

Enjoy night for the sun is rising
Though you do not know it yet
As I speak your ancient name
Calling awake the ochre sun
I shall attack the very dawn
Then will I capture your heart
For you are too beautiful to sleep

Friday, February 15, 2013


Robbie’s Haircut

Robbie’s had his Valentine Day haircut
He so looks the dog’s doodads; but shame...
No girl impressed with suave groomed looks
But he doesn’t mind when he’s with the pack
When there is a soft space on the couch and
The room is warm; a nature programme is on the TV
And he can dream of chicken cooking in the oven

 



 

Thursday, February 14, 2013


Cloth
You are cut from a better cloth than I
For if clothes do maketh the man
You are impeccably dressed for life

Wednesday, February 13, 2013


Blossom

Blossom in February may set a fair sight on the snow gilded boughs
To enchant and yet supplicate the eyes at this new world emerging
I can see it barely now and even less feel the change of days coming
But perhaps this blindness to a new season is not so bad at all for...
This spring miracle will whisper within the soul; open up your heart

Sunday, February 10, 2013


Les Miserables

To the barricades, to the revolution, to the banks
Defend class; fight to the death, do not ask thanks
But please no more music today; not one more song
This depressing French musical is already too long

Saturday, February 09, 2013


A selection of the current jokes on horsemeat being found in beef products.

My doctor has told me to watch what I eat, so I bought a ticket for this year's Grand National.

Since when have Findus been using horse in their Lasagne? Not furlong.

What odds do you get on living a long life now?

The horsemeat scandal - only question is whether it is bull shit or horse shit?

'The Food Standards Agency criticised after admitting it never carried out tests for horse meat contamination'

Question. Why do Food Standards Agency staff never look out the window in the morning?
Answer: ‘Because they wouldn't have anything to do in the afternoon.

I had a Tesco beef and mushroom pie last week. Found three sugar lumps in it... :)

Food standards authority - fetlock of good they are; saddling us with filly steaks!

For heaven’s sake it's good quality - Rosette winning, you might say.

Whoever said you can’t flog a dead horse was soooo wrong

The ‘My little Pony’ toy has new addition ‘My little pony abattoir’

Think if your teenage daughter whinges about mucking her pony out you just threaten to slap it on the barbie.

I won’t be galloping off to Burger King anytime soon

You are what you eat...neigh!!

You are what you eat in Yorkshire...neigh, neigh!!

Why the long faces?

Someone has driven a horse and cart through the food labelling law

This brings a whole new meaning to piebald

This story is getting legs and running without help

Jokes aside though now is not a good time to be eating ready meals or take away food. If the convoluted route of horsemeat entry via South America - Europe - UK is typical of a food chain journey used in these meals then unless further details on this issue are suppressed (and I suspect they might be to avoid fatally harming the UK food industry) get ready for a whole raft of new revelations. better get the chicken jokes ready...they are about to fly
 
No more processed food coming in this house

In doubt of hope now this disregard is laid bare
The base of survival is rotten so I no longer care
We now nurtured by fell meats pedalled by foul greed
Meats of house, of stable, of temple, of coop, of river
To us half food offered and yet give thanks that for now
Tis but the horse that gives its betrayed flesh; not your kin

Wednesday, February 06, 2013

Friday, January 18, 2013


Fire Dogs

Fire dogs never sleep when the hearth is awake
Restlessness sat on them; a sojourn outside to make
When the green fields are laced lightly in white
Or the sun hung in a blue sky lower than sight
Birds call from deep within the fastness of holly
To ward off the cold and mourn their sibling folly
A badger may so stir, or a fox may his hunger blunt
But the fire dog knows to survive now he must hunt

Thursday, January 17, 2013


Lateral

Lateral and careless save for seven shades of moonlight
That lingers long in the half light of this darkness and...
Sends the message to the corvine beast; darkness is coming
For not now one iota of hope is left of sacrifice unmeasured
That should comfort and hold the unlocked secrets of the day
Why did I linger so long on these desolate northern shores?
When all the ships have left carrying my heart with the tide

Wednesday, January 16, 2013


Snowfall

Snow falls like a meteor shower of whitest softness
Hits earth to effervesce and dissipate on warm surfaces
Sows grass on winter dunes rising up from a pale desert
Tarry not in warmth today; a pallid sendaline robed queen,
Shall come swift on a wind and leave sooner than desired

 
 
 
 
 

Sunday, January 13, 2013


Fish food for thought

Some scientists published in the journal Fish and Fisheries
Sombre studious research concluding that fish feel no pain
It finds them impervious to hurt by insufficient brain power
I can but only disagree...
For if deficient brain power were the only marker of anguish
The world of men would be a more peaceful place no doubt
For fish swam in concord long before we came to destroy the world

Thursday, January 10, 2013





Mist

Mist, mist wreathes everything
It seeps out of the very ground
Trees now bereft of green clothing
Hug it close; hiding their nakedness
It shields motion from eyes and ears
Circles and devours me in watery film
Luminous eyes glow in the half light
Menacing and advancing it comes
Looms large out of the myopic gloom
Into my clear view and happy is he
 My dog and the mist partners in joy

The Nexus of Lesser Men

Futility is the nexus on which society now pivots its future leaders
Here comes the time of lesser men to take up the reins of power
Striving only wealth as the key to unlock influence; tis a fools belief
The look to no superior deed; are not imbued with wisdom; cannot harm
True power comes through obedience to a pure personality; or to terror
The new see only a world where humanity is weak against moneyed might
But they do not see all ends and though we may lose now we remain...
Unbowed in the rattling of sabres by mice long enamoured of cheese

Light

The hour is seven dawn in the month of January
I can see light again on the eastern horizon
A pale fissure opening between the night and day
Starlight recedes into the west; spring is coming

Wednesday, January 09, 2013


Day shall give way

Day give way to night and scatter stars across the water
Pearls to make a trail of cosmic light to guide ships home
For though the world now closes in so fast about us
The spirit of past deeds, lingers like ghosts at dusk
They haunt the night air and pervade uneasy dreams
Till the sun rises again; high and new; in a dawn sky.
Yet the warmth of the fresh day cannot warm the chill;
The world has changed and our hearts are left in the past
To wonder; how on earth did it all come to this?

Monday, January 07, 2013


Love Remembered

Loves shadow lies long on the ground
It hugs against grass like a lost caress
I went back today to our special place
And sat on the ground under the trees
In the warm air within that silent bower
On a soft, mossy carpet of greensward
I felt your embrace upon me once again
And in the fragrant meadowsweet haze
I smelt your skin on mine and so briefly
The temperate breath of day made you real

Saturday, January 05, 2013


778 Islands

East and West Island *and 776 siblings in the southern globe
Wait to share a sumptuous feast of yet undiscovered wealth
That is laid on the white tablecloth of the pristine land south
Libated with the cold wine from clear, southern Arctic oceans
Pity yet that the gluttony is so set against the tyranny of law
That disputes and niggles and gnaws at antiquities very bones
Even before the repast call begins to chime; the bell of war rings
Supplant, rename, invade, and where force fails; wreak diplomacy
The hunger of colonialism and the desperation for wealth see...
Two nations severed in any mediation by the desire to wrest...
One final gem from the last free clean land and sea on earth

*The Falkland / Islas Malvinas are an archipelago located in the South Atlantic Ocean on the Patagonian Shelf. The principal islands are East Falkland, West Falkland and 776 smaller islands. Controversy exists over the Falklands' original discovery and subsequent colonisation by Europeans. At various times there have been French, British, Spanish, and Argentine settlements. Oil exploration, licensed by the Falkland Islands Government, remains controversial as a result of maritime disputes with Argentina.

Friday, January 04, 2013


Gloom  

It wraps around me like a storm cloud; so grey is this winter day
Neither shall I, bird or beast venture from bush, hearth or sett
We will wait just a little more till the waxing days bring spring
Where light and warmth shall disrobe these dreary days and...
Make once more a fair garden to set aside these gloomy days in

W H Smith will not be shopping there again - 1p for a carrier bag indeed.

Hello silly company - you're selling mainly paper products and it kind of rains all the time here

To make it worse they are selling the same book on Amazon for £8.66 that includes a box and free delivery.


Thursday, January 03, 2013


The whittling has finished. The judges of this year's Man Booker Prize started with a daunting 145 novels and have chosen Hilary Mantel's book ‘Bring up the Bodies.’ She becomes only the third author, after Peter Carey and J.M. Coetzee, to win the prize twice and she is also the first to win with a sequel to the first winning novel (Wolf Hall won in 2009) and also the first to win with such a short amount of time between books.

 Her revival of Thomas Cromwell – and with him the historical novel – is one of the great achievements of modern literature. There is the last volume of her trilogy still to come so her Man Booker tale may yet have a further chapter.

 Think I might have to get this book to see how her writing style works – I have to say she kind of looks like an author - see the picture below.


My heaven is not yours

Oh I understand that the empyrean* is not for me
Not in this lifetime; if ever it shall be within grasp
If the baser part of existence is unleashed and tamed
Even without divine intervention we find our heaven

*Empyrean (Pr empirian) - the highest part of heaven, believed in ancient Greek and Roman times to contain pure fire or light and believed by some Christians to be the dwelling place of God)

Wednesday, January 02, 2013


My Journey is not yours

Nobler than thou; hardly my dear, but so much older
I, so old to you now that when your world was young,
I was ripe for a dotage held within this crumbling edifice
That creation is now alas, a remnant of more elegant times
But there was never an era when red dragons rode the air
Nor of princes, elves or wizards righting all the wrongs
I am afraid we did all that you enjoy now without help
Though we may have desperately wished for it at times
This new avaricial beat of the world; I understand not
It never held any rhythmic sway over us then, but for you
It chimes in all you do; becomes the song of your existence
So look not into my life now its pool of stars is fading
Open up the night and make a wish on your own star

Tuesday, January 01, 2013


New Year

Slow is the perceived hand of time to the artist
Yet so, it carves a deep presence across skin
Destroys all touched with sweet cerulean decay
Hides behind the watchful eyes feeding its destiny
A tardy abridgment of a longevity gilt not renewed
Bonded within instance and memory into the aeons