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I read the news and I despair, again. I have never seen a government so willfully determined to destroy the aspirations of so many people in order to maintain their basic ideologies. They are pulling the carpet out from under the very people that sustain this country. That create the…
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Following on from my post the other night about the hiring of supercars in Keighley, I encountered one walking into town this very morning. It was a lovely shade of Tango orange. Close to the ground with doors that may have opened in a special way. It was a lovely…
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It’s wedding season again in Keighley. A time of pealing church bells, confetti and bouquets thrown to the bridesmaids. Nope scratch that and replace with car hire and fireworks. Lamborghinis and Ferraris in glorious shades of orange, red and putrid green are the weapons of choice. I witnessed three screech…
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I shouldn’t read the news because I despair. I shouldn’t take notice of the things I see on social media because it makes me anxious. I should live in a little bubble and protect my mental health. Or I could wake up. Last night in good old Keighley town they…
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These weren’t siren calls they were the opposite. They were the screeches, the wails and the screams of vengeance. The anger of the dead women so visceral and potent it was starting to scorch the world down below. ”Where do we even start there are so many?” asked Juliet during…
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This weather is magnificent. This whole Summer has been so far. As a little gardener it’s been a fabulous mix of glorious sun with enough rain in-between to help with the watering. On Monday with the aid of a gadget I obtained after much reading of reviews from trusty amazon,…
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Apps. I want to talk about apps. The little irritating junky things they want you to download onto your phone to access everything from a prescription to a service provider. Designed for the young and flexibly fingered. And perfectly sighted. I’m computer literate. I have a tower pc in to…
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Every year I forget how noisy this season is. Great industrial, howling lawnmowers a persistent screech of busyness. The strimmer and the hedge trimmer manned by men with noise cancelling headphones, oblivious to anything around them including children and small dogs. The communal areas, the church gardens, the cemetery and…
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It was Friday afternoon in a little Yorkshire town and the men scurried like little brown beetles to their prayers. Pyjama dresses, half mast trousers, skinny ankles and huge feet in cheap trainers. Absurd and comical and deadly serious. Little boys with little hats dragged along to be initiated into…
