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Rant

The first thing I read this morning was the letter written by Marcus Rashford, 22 year old England footballer, to all MPs in Parliament. He was giving a voice to the 200,000 children entitled to free school meals who are likely to go hungry over the summer holiday, without the continuation of the free meal voucher scheme. As a child who grew up in poverty in Manchester, he recognises and understands the effect of hunger on the children and the impact on the mental health of parents of not being able to provide for their children, particularly those parents who have lost their employment income as a result of the lockdown for Covid-19, or those on zero hours contracts who have been unable to work. If children are to be able to thrive, they need their basic needs met first (food, clothing, a safe place to live), before they can begin to focus on their learning, in order to try...

Poets Wanted!

Adrian - We need an original angle. Bernard - No, we just need members. Adrian - And to get members we need to be the standout poetry group in the town. And to be the standout poetry group, we need an angle. Or a slogan. Bernard - You mean like 'Poetry For All'. Adrian - PFA is the Professional Footballers' Association. Another? Bernard - Poets Of Wibbleton? Adrian - Prisoners of war. Bernard - You're being very negative. Okay, let's forget the slogan for now. What about a gimmick. Adrian - I don't think we'll attract the calibre of poets we desire with a gimmick. Bernard - A free gift then. New members receive a pen. Or a notebook. Or a pen and a notebook. Everybody loves a notebook and you can never have too many pens. Adrian - Now you're thinking along the right lines. Bernard - You could give every member a copy of your book. Adrian - It's called Poetry To Die For. I don't think it will attract lively...

Hi @paulrainbird

Good to have you wanting to join us. Tell me about yourself. You know the - why, what, where, when, how,who ???????? @TerryFellows...

Lonesome

I honestly don’t understand why I can’t go out and see my friends and family? It’s really not fair that I have to stay in all the time. I get so bored not seeing anyone or going anywhere. I’m not even sure I really like ‘home schooling’, although I am learning so much stuff and I definitely cannot stand watching anymore Disney. I have been painting pictures, faces, stones, basically anything that doesn’t move. But holding the brush is a real problem for me, so I normally use whatever comes to hand. I was able to contact my Grandparents over a loudspeaker, but it wasn’t the same, as I couldn’t give them hug or a squeeze, or play fight with them, I love to rough and tumble. I would absolutely love to eat a Fast food meal, Mc Donalds?, Pizza Hut?, Burger King, even a chocolate bar would be enough. So maybe a King Bar or a Lion Burger...

One Knight

Returning from the hospital in Ipswich, it was a dismal evening, dusk, just turning from daylight into night. Along the A12, just past Little Glemham, going around a bend, suddenly there appeared something in the road. Was it a muntjac deer? On closer inspection it became apparent it was a dog. She was running loose and appeared to be unhurt. Hazard lights on and slowing to a stop, approaching the little dog, encouraging it into the passenger door. Thankfully she got in and settled down on the floor. After checking her over, finding a collar, but the light was too bad to read the details. After taking off the collar. On further investigation managed to find a mobile telephone number, although the address was South West London. A woman answered, she agreed that she had lost her dog and asked if it could be bought to where she was staying...