House hunting

“A room with a view…and you….dah dah dahdahdahdah dah!” Isn’t that top of the list of priorities? Mrs J and I are on the move again because of the Count’s (spelling optional) plan to erect three 500-ft. wind-turbines in the field next-door – as I reported some time back. So we have to give up our ‘Hansel and Gretel’ lookalike with its idyllic half-acre and go – but where? Continue reading “House hunting”

The Steadfast Tin Soldier, a pome

(With apologies to Messrs. HC Andersen and R Dahl)

One Yuletide Eve, in days of yore (when children all learned fairy lore)…..
No! Mercy me! How mem’ries fade! In telling you his escapades
I quite forgot that time before: a birthday, when the boy received
A troop of soldiers –  now displayed upon a table near the door.

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