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27 Jan

A Freegler offered a rule plaque for a teenager’s bedroom door; it was the usual stuff but these caught my eye:



The best excuse EVER for not vacuuming the house comes courtesy of my cousin’s wife’s Facebook Status; the lovely Sandrine, who is now my idol:

I really should be hoovering, but I wouldn’t want to increase my carbon footprint, now would I ?

She swears she’s not lazy, but a closet environmentalist.  I believe her.

A man and a woman who have never met before find themselves in the same sleeping carriage of a train. After the initial embarrassment, they both manage to get to sleep; the woman on the top bunk, the man on the lower. 
In the middle of the night the woman leans over and says, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m awfully cold and I was wondering if you could possibly pass me another blanket.” 
The man leans out and with a glint in his eye said “I’ve got a better idea … let’s pretend we’re married.” 
“Why not,” giggles the woman. 
“Good,” he replies. “Get your own blanket.” 

Read more:


If you want to read an almost true story about a mixed marriage, go to my other blog, South Africa – A Love/Hate Story

Never Forget

27 Jan
Holocaust Memorial Day

Image via Wikipedia

Today is Holocaust Memorial Day.  I have always wanted to write a Holocaust poem; this isn’t it.  I don’t think I will ever manage it.  It was too terrible a time to comprehend.

It’s important to remember that it wasn’t just Jews who were butchered, but gypsies, homosexuals, the old, sick, disabled, Jehovah’s Witnesses: anyone considered a deviant or a burden. 

Whenever I feel sorry for myself – I’m too cold, too hungry, have too little money – I think of the victims of the concentration camps, all they lost; how they suffered; the unbelievable cruelty; and I feel grateful for all I have.

Anyway, I wanted to mark the day; it’s too easy to forget.  Look at what happened in Bosnia, Rwanda, Cambodia, Darfur; and tell me it won’t happen again.


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How it Happens

I spent the day with Mrs B, 90. 
Her husband liked to get about. 
America, you know; for the Big Fight.  With friends. 

She does not care for curry, 
Americans, foreign travel. 
Oh, but rather likes The Jews

She’s glad that German business never happened here. 
He was fond of the ladies, you know.
Almost: Mosley.  Brown Shirts.  Oxford Street. 
Dreadful.  I stayed home.

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