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On the Patch Where the Strawberries Grew

Remembering my own Angel of the North, my Sunderland grandmother Grace Erskine, on her special night of the year.
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Fête de Noël de Madame Priyatelkata

I’ve never been one for organising social gatherings so I tend to just run round the house with the hoover and leave the rest to Priyatelkata. I told her a five litre bottle of homemade distillate from Rakia Maria up the road and some cheese and pineapple on cocktail sticks would suffice, but she went overboard as usual.
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Driving Home for Chris

Fish and ducks and rock and roll.
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A Hare's Breath 5 - The Dark Hedges

The thoughts of an old fella on his return to a wee town in the North of Ireland in the 2020s and his love for hares and nostalgia.
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Carrying the weight

Posted on Sat, 12 Jul 2025

It's often incredible how we take on responsibility simply because nobody else is there to do it. Your poem contains powerful words that make the practical and emotional hardship that you went through really stand out, along with what you missed...

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Posted in The Daughter-Wife

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Michael Wood but I wouldn't.

Posted on Tue, 01 Jul 2025

About twenty years ago my kids and I stayed a night in the village of Blarney. We didn’t go to the castle because we were all quite talkative already. The following morning, we left the guest house just as the sun rose to drive the few kilometres...

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Posted in Prophesy: The Immortal Witch (2)

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A sad time

Posted on Fri, 27 Jun 2025

I know it's so very hard Jane. to lose a cat. New cats can be had, and they will be lovely little joybringers, but they can never be a replacement for those characters we've loved before.

We try to console ourselves with the thought that a...

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Posted in This Sad Blister

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Fonts

Posted on Sun, 22 Jun 2025

Hello WWJA.

From my experience, I'd say you need to get the font size right on your original document before you copy to the ABC site page.

But further, I'm reasonably confident in saying that you could adjust the font size on your...

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Brown bread is brown bread

Posted on Sun, 08 Jun 2025

I'm a death is death kinda guy too. In all my years there has never been any sign that there is anything else. And even if there is a heaven and a hell, they'll be rammed with those 'England's already full' sort of people so they won't let me in...

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Posted in Dead Man: 4

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Sliding away

Posted on Sun, 08 Jun 2025

You've covered many possibilities of what might happen when we peg it, and described them well. It's a ptty we can't choose our afterlife experience from a catalogue. It's like many things in life; I don't care what happens (if anything at all)...

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Sometimes...

Posted on Thu, 29 May 2025

Sometimes we need to weep Caldwell. I'm sure your poem is something for your mother will come to treasure, along with her memories. 

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Posted in What We Remember

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Wreckage

Posted on Fri, 16 May 2025

The wreckage of a thousand bad decisions...

Having formerly been a seafarer myself, that's something that often goes through my mind. 

The nearest sea to where I live now is the Black Sea. Apparently there are all sorts of...

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Posted in Oh I do like to be...

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Johnson's Finger

Posted on Mon, 14 Apr 2025

It takes a very skilled writer to make me laugh at something that contains the words 'Boris' and 'Johnson'. In fact you've cheered me up immensely as I try to imagine that, despite everything that's going on in the world today, it would all be an...

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Germany

Posted on Mon, 31 Mar 2025

Apart from cherry cake and dirndln, football is probably my favourite thing about Germany. It's just so different to anywhere else I've watched it so I can well imagine the atmosphere at your second tier Hertha game. The last time I was in...

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