Were He Not Romeo Called

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Thinking about things that made me smile, I suddenly remembered this moment from my youth.

When I was a teenager I was friends with a couple called Colin Healing and Faith Willis; they were fairly serious until he asked her to marry him. 

She turned him down because she refused to become Mrs Faith Healing. 

I swear that’s a true story!

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I forgot to share this charming poem with you before Christmas, written by our nine-year old niece especially for us; I have copied it exactly as it was written in the card:

A Poem For You, By Me

when you see snow you know

that Christmas is near, but I fear that we can not

walk on the pier. 

we’ll just have to wait ‘till the snow goes and

the sun comes out and glows.

All for you

xxxx

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Is that not the sweetest poem you’ve ever read?

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I need help with Word 2007: My documents have suddenly started showing a symbol when I press Enter: two vertical lines with a left-hand solid bump; I can’t show you what it looks like because it won’t copy & paste. 

Does anyone know how to get rid of it?

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In keeping with the spirit of postaday2011 and Tory Boy’s nagging (a defective gene he obviously inherited from his father), I am going to try and post a poem a day on my other blog.  If you have a penchant for the grim and bleak, trot on over there.  I won’t save the world but my stats will rise.  See, there’s always a silver lining.

A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Stinky

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Today is dustbin collection day (when they can be bothered).  Unlike our council, I don’t expect my elderly neighbour to roll out huge bins from her back garden, so I take in her rubbish.  This morning I took her food waste and put it in my indoor food waste bin because it was absolutely chucking it down outside and I didn’t want to go to the bottom of my garden-come-swamp to put it in the green bin.  How I regret that decision now. 

The house honks of rotting fish.  Every window is open in spite of the cold and rain; and so is the Hub’s mouth, non-stop:

Ican’tbelieveyouwouldkeepthatin
thehousewhenyouknowhowsensitive
mynoseisthehousestinkswhere’syour
commonsensewhydidn’tyoujustputit
outsidethebackdooruntillaterthe
housestinksthehousestinks
mynosestinksthehousecan’t
believethestinksnosehouse….

Anyone need a nagging husband?  I have one going spare.