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Tag Archives: love
“Can we say one last goodbye? Just the four of us, please.” The plea came from so deep within his heart that of course we would never have refused him this one small act of homage. He deserved this and … Continue reading
This is similar to Saturday Night Fever but in the middle of the week and without the tight flared trousers. And thanks to this highly unexpected Chill I have found the definition of The Perfect Evening. The Perfect Evening means … Continue reading
In the Younubogue Family can I have the daughter please? Oh, that’s me. And the sister? Me too. Wife? Mother? Aunt? Each card seems to bear a little picture of me. That must be because I play all these roles … Continue reading
Here’s yet another silly poem, but hey, it’s Valentine’s Day! I’ll stop soon I swear… My Valentine, It’s been twenty-nine Times our love’s gone round the sun. My Valentine, Glad that you’re still mine Like we’d only just … Continue reading
Great ugly block of concrete bricks. Yer driveway strewn with leaves and sticks. That stupid trailer on the grass, Still taunting me each time I pass. Two rows of logs outside the door, When they are gone we’ll stack … Continue reading
Our mantlepiece could feature in a Pretty Homes magazine. It’s covered in beautiful, glittery Christmas cards with two chubby, smiling Santas watching over them and over us too as we sit around the fireplace warming our toes. I feel very … Continue reading
I wonder if Stevie Wonder would have written this song if he had been born and bred in Glasgow, Scotland, rather than Saginaw, Michigan (thanks Google) in the U.S. of A. I once attended a conference on cultural differences where … Continue reading