Mark sets a plan in motion to capture his little brother.

Jack gets some visitors and some surprising news.

Billy, Medway Poet, polymath Genius - or Joke? You decide...

Your love is like a pinnacle No man could ever climb But your heart belongs with mine Flowing deeper all the time; Deeper than the rivers Running home to the sea Deeper than an apple core

Store teller’ with aqua green eyes’ You are a peacock whom royally, hides Her royal plumage in disguise, Your cinnamon skin Holds a lotus flower, within, Your peachy warm, smile

Darkness all around Ghostly wailing from outside Scaring me to death.

Little spotted trout Gliding on the riverbed Water splashing sound.

My mind is a desert A barren wasteland Parched and empty of thought Except for a lonely idea Flashes through and disappears again Tumbleweed in the distance. Occasionally a thought appears