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Thank goodness for your
Posted on Fri, 07 Apr 2023
Thank goodness for your daughter and her strength in not feeling afraid to speak up. It's so scary to think that there's to be a waiting list of 78 weeks to be seen at the Neurology hospital.
What a beautiful vision you've created in this poem. I was transported by your words, which is so great as I don't like to travel far these days. You brought back my own past memories of special days out.
just love your countryside rambles. This was one of the more tougher description of the conditions you found yourself in, and crunching through the deep snow was related well in this poem. It must have been hard to walk, but...
Like Jack, I too can't resist stories of the supernatural. I loved the flying sequence at the beginning, had similar dreams of flying myself and they're always spectacular.
I don't drive anymore, but my partner swerves to avoid those potholes too. Like you say, it's an accident just waiting to happen, especially for bikes.
Thank goodness for your
Posted on Fri, 07 Apr 2023
Thank goodness for your daughter and her strength in not feeling afraid to speak up. It's so scary to think that there's to be a waiting list of 78 weeks to be seen at the Neurology hospital.
The NHS seem to be under so much pressure,...
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Dear Jean, I'm so sorry to
Posted on Thu, 06 Apr 2023
Dear Jean, I'm so sorry to hear you've been through such an awful ordeal. It must have been so scary, yet your writing conveys how well you cope.
It's devastating and frightening to imagine how the hospital could be so negligent as to...
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What a beautiful vision you
Posted on Sat, 23 Jun 2012
What a beautiful vision you've created in this poem. I was transported by your words, which is so great as I don't like to travel far these days. You brought back my own past memories of special days out.
Many thanks for sharing.
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Hi Rhiannon,
Posted on Tue, 26 Mar 2013
Hi Rhiannon,
just love your countryside rambles. This was one of the more tougher description of the conditions you found yourself in, and crunching through the deep snow was related well in this poem. It must have been hard to walk, but...
Read full commentPosted in To‘bottom’ing, at Caer* Caradoc (23:3:13)
I love all the twists and
Posted on Sun, 02 Apr 2023
I love all the twists and turns in this story Penny. I hope Max and Chaos manage to find that other exit.
Will look forward to finding out more.
Jenny.
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Hi Paul,
Posted on Mon, 03 Apr 2023
Hi Paul,
Like Jack, I too can't resist stories of the supernatural. I loved the flying sequence at the beginning, had similar dreams of flying myself and they're always spectacular.
Enjoyable read.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in A Requiem for One Man’s Life (Edited and Updated 2023)
Those code names are so
Posted on Sun, 02 Apr 2023
Those code names are so amusing.
I hope Emily will be okay walking Sir Harry, ...
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I love this embroilment
Posted on Fri, 31 Mar 2023
I love this embroilment between Chantelle and Frankie. Sounds like this guy Frankie is really into unscrupulous operations...and without much success.
Look forward to reading more.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in "The best laid plans..." (Bring Out Your Dead series - Part 11)
I don't drive anymore, but my
Posted on Wed, 29 Mar 2023
I don't drive anymore, but my partner swerves to avoid those potholes too. Like you say, it's an accident just waiting to happen, especially for bikes.
Jenny.
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What a great illustration in
Posted on Tue, 28 Mar 2023
What a great illustration in words Paul.
I liked that third stanza:-
I climb steep steps of gnarled wood
that straddle, traverse oceans of time,
listening to the cry of coastal curlews,
corvine echoes of inky-...
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