R's rue

 I’ve been sleeping in the spare room for the past week. I don’t quite know the reason for the change from a lovely kind size bed onto the antique brass single bed in the corner of my office, but move I did and yesterday afternoon the room felt overly cozy what with me , Dorothy and Albert curled up in what was free at the time of settling . I’m on night shift for most of the weekend. The bed squeaks dreadfully when you turn and squeals alarmingly when you first sit down on it, but it’s comfortable and warm and reminds me of when I was a child. Perhaps that’s why I’ve sought it out just after Christmas. Alan Bennett always sleeps in a single bed, he wrote about it in his memoirs  It kind of suits him, I think. Mind you he never shared his bed with a bulldog. Yesterday I went to bed before nights at 2 pm.  I’m full of thoughts at the moment,  Things to do, things I want to do.  Things not done. In my double bed sleep takes a while to catch me ...

Prince Barry, The Duke of Essex has a new tell-all book out. It is scheduled to be a worldwide bestseller and he is bound to make far more from it than the £20 million advance he has already received from his chosen agreeable publishers. Cunningly, in an effort to deflect criticism about greedy money-making, Prince Barry has already arranged that 0.5% of his profits should go to worthy charities. The book is called "Bunkum" and within its pages, Prince Barry reveals many one-sided home "truths" that will no doubt prove to be embarrassing for his nearest and dearest such as his father King Colin III and his brother Prince Wilbert. However, Prince Barry may also have caused dangerous offence to the Taliban rulers of Afghanistan. In the book he states that while serving there with the British army he killed twenty five Taliban fighters but to him they were not really people - just "chess pieces". In stating this he has unwittingly and overnight become the ...

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  It was a quiet evening  Dark and somewhat wintery. I’d lit the fire early and had hunkered down for the night And there was a tap at the kitchen window. The dogs were up and barking as one, and as they hurled themselves into the kitchen, I slipped through the front door and into the rain to catch one of the villagers in the lane Only a villager would know to knock on the lane window . It was a lady from Trelawnyd who I know well and she gave me a bunch of tulips. “What are those for ? “ I asked but I kind of already knew the answer They were a thank you for an interaction a day or so previous. In my mind I hadn’t done anything as all, I just listened  I listened to a problem that needed verbalising  I listened without trying to solve it I just listened. No big deal in the scheme of things  But big enough for this one person to want to thank me with some tulips on a wet, dark night  The tulips were a sign , not only of thanks ( which ...