A great big headline to catch some attention, because everyone likes attention

So you understand the roaring wave of fear that swept through the greatest city in the world just as Monday was dawning--the stream of flight rising swiftly to a torrent, lashing in a foaming tumult round the railway stations, banked up into a horrible struggle about the shipping in the Thames, and hurrying by every available channel northward and eastward. By ten o'clock the police organisation, and by midday even the railway organisations, were losing coherency, losing shape and efficiency, guttering, softening, running at last in that swift liquefaction of the social body.

Big talk

Small talk is the art Of flowing conversation Growing conversation nurtured like a rose in the garden at a stately home. To those passing through the skill of those who guard the buds to bloom goes unnoticed in the view. Small talk is the art of being interesting, Sharing interest in thought by stepping on the toes of noone. I…

Tick

Life is not some tick list Dishing out iron fist Requirements to live. If you’ve not got up by nine you’ve lost nothing but four hours spent in bed if you’d, laid your head by ten instead of two. Blue sky no longer means get up to milk the cows, I’ve never been much of a farmer or a gardener,…

Really Good Hugs

Really Good Hugs You said thanks for everything. I hugged a little tighter. I hope you listened closely then, Because i said You don’t need to thank me, I need to thank you. For showing up Showing faith Believing as I stumbled through, from hosepipe hoops and pillowcases That i had a clue What i was doing. I need to…

Running in the museum

We are told from a young age not to run down school corridors, in Libraries or on trips to museums. In Ljubljana they organise the big city run through the city museum. Troops of runners including men, women and children trailing mud and rain, traipsed past as we drank coffee on the other side of the glass. Some waved at…