A book, a word; spelling a misplaced moment
out of view and out of mind the book you could not find
A fine, double indeed, but please never fear
this was once, and my smile is surely near

the moment passed - hurting this moment aghast
Learning your worries, I type now twice as fast
simple humble words written by self please see
and all those worries and fines? let them be.

...for kitty.
I lost the posting of this the other day, so repost it now!!

We all need a little stress-reliever! This only takes
a minute.
Please don't be a bore and ruin it. Sometimes when you have a stressful day or week, you
need some
silliness to break up the day. And, if we are honest, we have a lot more stressful days than not.
Here is your dose of humour...

The following is excerpted from a children's book, Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot Professor Poopypants, by Dave Pilkey, in which the evil Professor forces everyone to assume new names...

1. Use the third letter of your first name to
determine your new
first name:

a = snickle
b = doombah
c = goober
d = cheesey
e = crusty
f = greasy
g = dumbo
h = farcus
i = dorky
j = doofus
k = funky
l = boobie
m = sleezy
n = sloopy
o = fluffy
p = stinky
q = slimy
r = dorfus
s = snooty
t = tootsie
u = dipsy
v = sneezy
w = liver
x = skippy
y = dinky
z = zippy

2. Use the second letter of your last name to determine the first half of your new last name:

a = dippin
b = feather
c = batty
d = burger
e = chicken
f = barffy
g = lizard
h = waffle
i = farkle
j = monkey
k = flippin
l = fricken
m = bubble
n = rhino
o = potty
p = hamster
q = buckle
r = gizzard
s = lickin
t = snickle
u = chuckle
v = pickle
w = hubble
x = dingle
y = gorilla
z = girdle

3. Use the third letter of your last name to determine the second half of your new last name:

a = butt
b = boob
c = face
d = nose
e = hump
f = breath
g = pants
h = shorts
i = lips
j = honker
k = head
l = tush
m = chunks
n = dunkin
o = brains
p = biscuits
q = toes
r = doodle
s = fanny
t = sniffer
u = sprinkles
v = frack
w = squirt
x = humperdinck
y = hiney
z = juice

Thus, for example, George W. Bush's new name is:
Fluffy Chucklefanny...

A 3-1 away win to Brighton was very welcome, and deserved. Suddenly Norwich City have got it together, without changing their style too much...I don't know what happened during their first 7 or so games, but 4 wins in their last 6 games would get them in the promotion places...fingers-crossed. It's looking better, yet can still get better too.

This afternoon I'll be going to my friend's birthday party, as we were at school together, and lost touch for 16 years, until I returned to Norwich and had a chance meeting in 2003, so we are now very happy to meet up weekly and enjoy whatever.

Colour: brown, red and grey
Music: Robert Miles: Children, (a seminal time for me, this was popular in France when I was there, in 1994, and only made a hit in England in 1996.)

PS:
Well, I can say, I prefer to be alone these days...I love people, and when called out, I give my love for my friends, but actually, I prefer just being with one friend, not crowded, and giving full attention.
Today I don't want to write a blog or share anything with anyone to be honest, but my mood will change, I guess. I am given to sharing by nature...too much, and now I wish to close the door more...and look after myself, and my failing health, and not give anymore attention to others...I did the right thing of being unselfish for 34 years, and I do not know if it has made me feel better or worse, but I do know that I'll respect myself more from now on...sometimes people make me more unhappy than happy. 'I'm fine by myself thanks' is what I feel inside right now, but if it were entirely true I'd not write a word here...
however, being alone is precious, in it's own unique way...it's uncomplicated, and broader than being committed and bogged down with others. (Actually, I know it is hard too...but I think there are positives that can be found and appreciated a little more.)
Enjoy people, enjoy yourself, enjoy whatever comes your way, as best you can.
Writing today has helped me, cleared my mind, calmed me a little...

In café rouge we sat, a deeply entrenched memory,
your eyes, black as olives, cup clasped
your cultured playful ways, entered my seasonal faze
of those joyful, halcyon days,
lost in the torrent of thoughts raining down on us
from far and wide, the sodden ground and the travel guide,
dissertations, wine-lounge pies and contemplations,
sketching where we sat, a blink of your eyelid and...that...was...that.

~~one rainy night in Norwich~~

Sliding or slipping, all the same, the tripping was simply not ...the end,
and down, to the lowest of steps, out of line + in the firing line
stand up! stand up! try as I might the might in me stood down
can't run, can't hide, facing the pain as if in vain, unable to explain,
failing heart and seizure the corruption of health brings amnesia,
bring the bells! ring the bells! ringing louder with nothing said,
shaking, breaking, and losing the breath that keeps my 'paining'..
from leaving the airless lungs, arms clutching loved ones...
reddened face not leaving, the travels behind my eyes you're not seeing
face pales, brilliant whites and sharpened glaring sunlight
health spinning into the distance, bells ringing and nobody is leaving.

the end...
of September.