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What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
A simple thing
But I have my keys
Close by..
If I lose them I panic
I’m stuck without them
Don’t know where
There’s any spare!
Sometimes they go
Where? I don’t know..
Under the clock?
My mind mocks me?
Why can’t I see?
So I keep them safe
Those special
Keys to my heart.
In its prime a few years before it burnt down. Sadly one of the landlords passed away following an infection from a scratch. It sounds bizarre but it is sad that it eventually closed down after his death. The atmosphere was fantastic, with ghost tours and belly dancing groups, the hotel became a great place to meet friends while keeping a spooky edge to its historic building. In fact historical groups met there to discuss the Burslem riot of 1842. The troops were called in to quell it by reading the riot act. One man, Josiah Heapy was killed during it. Many more were wounded.
Old wooden floors and staircases, panelled rooms, hotel rooms at the back each with it’s own Victorian sink. How it must have impressed people who stopped there in the past. I miss the old place.
There’s nothing worse or funnier than seeing a supposed doctor ot medic looking at an x-ray upside down. These chest x-rays are an example.
I was watching a TV show and saw what I knew was wrong. This is why we need to learn, to be educated. If you don’t have knowledge how is it possible to learn. It a trivial example, but worth considering. Meanwhile I’m still chuckling!
Describe your life in an alternate universe.
I would be happy and healthy.
Another reality, another world, options widen out. I changed my lifestyle and health. A small butterfly flicks it’s wing in 1974 causing an earth tremor in ’89. No cycling at night, no accident. No drinking late into the night in my 20s, no regrets.
Take a job drawing canal landscapes in a different city. Stop being afraid to do more art, maybe I should have not done a long term job over many years that increased my stress levels?
Some of this happened, some didn’t, it depends what reality I have my feet in? Doc Martins and a punk lifestyle, low heels and a suit, multicoloured, paint splattered happiness?
Yes, changing my mental and physical health would have been my choice.
I sang in the opera choir and the photos of us singing are now out on the website. People gave permission to be photographed but I don’t have that permission so I have blurred out their images. What a strange world we live in where we can delete or smudge out images if people we don’t want or require? The world changes quickly.
He comes in for 5 minutes
Sniffs his food
Ignores it
Comes and lies down in a loaf
Shaped like a bread
Then gets up
Stares at me
Walks off
Out the catflap.
I’m clearly below his status
I think he’s going to a new home
Someone must be feeding him
But I’ll still love him
Big beautiful boy.
She came up on the bed, but as soon as I lay down she was gone! Came back later to poddle (air biscuit?). I do love my cats, good company until they try and trip me up! Another quiet, quite lonely day. But I’m used to solitude now. I don’t know how I’d cope with anyone moving in.
Us together. portrait of hubby 2017, me self portrait 2020. The small portrait is also him a few years ago. Acrylic on canvas. I always intended them to hang together, just decided it was time.
Mum why are you waving that slab of plastic in my face? I can’t see you because it’s in the way? Your eyes are always on it. Hunched over it. At least when you used a keyboard I could walk over that and sit on it and make lo[[[tttttttttttttttttttssssss of letters with it!
Mum do stop with your hands on the front of it! I want you to look at me, stroke my nose, rub my head, tickle my ears.
Oh you are not interested? Then I’ll look the other way…
What are you curious about?
Infinity or beyond? The universe is around 13.5 billions of years old. It could continue for billions or trillions of years into a heat death ending. Cooling down and expanding forever. Or it might collapse in a backwards big band and a singularity.
I’m not a scientist but my interest was piqued by watching the BBC TV series “The Sky at Night”, I started watching in the 1960’s when Sir Patrick Moore presented it. I loved the old fashioned animations of how things worked. It was well before the time of CGI or computer animation.
I keep watching the 20 minute show monthly, over the years, finding out about comets, eclipses, meteor showers and meteorites. I still try and catch it all these years later. I’m interested in finding out about dark matter and quantum lensing. I hope the programme continues for years to come.
Mallaband-Brown