Thursday, 21 January 2021

I am still here...

hanging by a thread.

The thread is 


Audrey is now in a care home which she constantly calls rehab.  Every time she says it Amy Winehouse springs to mind.  Sadly she has lost the plot.

She FaceTimes me numerous times a day if only to say she can’t hear.

After my voice rises to levels a foghorn would be proud I fall back into my recliner only for another call to ping in.

Limbering up I stretch the vocal chords in readiness for me to forecast that there is fog on Dogger Bank.

Life on the

allotment.  A flavour…   Ludlow town wall stands guard    No Dig is the way forward Charles Dowding