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 I didn’t have time to reply to yesterday’s post comments .  It was past ten when I finally sat down after working all day. I’d been on my feet most of that time and before bed, Dorothy gleefully licked my rancid feet until they shone like my chilblains used to when I was eleven and walking home in the snow. Does anyone suffer from chilblains any more?  With global warming I doubt it. I was never cut out to be a buff hero As a child I had chilblains, a mild stutter and warts on my left hand  Later on I suffered from prickly heat , late diagnosed dyspraxia and vikings finger Now I have the bladder of woman that might of borne a dozen children and the kidneys of  an old cat who has licked antifreeze Oh….And stress psoriasis worthy of an exploded cereal packet in a confined space  I’m not a catch for sure, but I’m writing this with a bucket of coffee  At 5.45 am  Before work on a Sunday morning Ps I’m colourblind too from...

  I'll sing you this October song, Oh, there is no song before it. The words and tune are none of my own, for my joys and sorrows bore it. Beside the sea The brambly briars in the still of evening, Birds fly out behind the sun, and with them I'll be leaving. The fallen leaves that jewel the ground, They know the art of dying, And leave with joy their glad gold hearts, In the scarlet shadows lying. "October Song" was written by Robin Williamson of The Incredible String Band but here it  is performed by the Scottish folk duo - The Corries. They were active between the mid sixties and 1989 when the death of Roy Williamson occurred. Though they were friends on the Edinburgh folk scene, Robin and Roy were not related. It is thirty four years since The Corries last appeared on stage. Roy Williamson was the author of the unofficial Scottish national anthem "Flower of Scotland". from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/k9pdh1b