All I have for you tonight is four images and a song. Above, a reminder to our American cousins that in Great Britain, the word "trump" is frequently used in place of "fart". For some strange reason "trump" is considered to be more polite over here and children are customarily encouraged to use "trump" when describing the release of bodily gases via the anus. The book cover above is not a satirical mock-up of an explanatory children's book. It is the real thing.
Below, I had another go with A.I. to produce a better cover for "The Lost Schoolgirl". This time I instructed that the idea of a mirror should be present in the design.
Finally, I admit that there is a notable absence of pictures of me in this humble Yorkshire blog so tonight you are getting two for the price of one. Here's me with my grandson Zachary - down in Fulham, London at the end of October. It was two days after his first birthday
And here I am in Portugal in May of this year, cuddling my youngest granddaughter, Margot. She was born just nine days after Zachary on November 2nd.
Both babies are developing nicely, starting to walk and to vocalise. Neither of them cry without reason and they are both much loved. They will be meeting up again at Christmastime for fun and frolics. What a blessing it is to have three grandchildren who are fit and healthy with, hopefully, lovely lives to live in the years ahead.
As I write, Phoebe Harriet is asleep upstairs. She loves to sleep over at Grandpa and Grandma's house. We are like putty in her hands. She will be four years old on January 15th.
Time marches on.
Finally, the song. I woke one morning this week with this Richie Havens song playing on the juke box in my head. He died in 2013 at the age of 72. I invite you to listen...
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