Lost my comments.

Whoops! that was a learning curve alright i threw all my comments on another page into trash and found i had lost them on my blog page as well so be warned, i had thought that once i had pressed accept i could delete them without any effect on the blog.




This was a picture i drew for the cover of a book i wrote some time ago i have just found again, she looks a bit like a french tart but i still like it.

Where did they go. (poem)

The heart it stops the blood not flow the end of life as we know

where did they go

nothing matters anymore no more pain no troubles call.

where did they go

an empty space that can not be filled lonliness where once was love

where did they go

the earth where they lay is so cold upon this day sad as here we stand wishing we could hold that hand

where did they go

feeling angry and sooo sad tears they flow there is no way back

where did they go

by jane Bailey

What a woman.

There is a woman for you, Katie Hopkins, she suggests we have a van that goes around to pick up old people to put them to sleep like a sick animal.  0f course we know this woman says things to get a reaction and make herself talked about.  She lacks in charm and makes up for it with rudeness and dispicable remarks about others.

The death of Cecil.

I don,t mind saying i am angry and upset about the killing of a beautiful lion called Cecil.  And if i had £35,000 i would find better things to do than shoot innocent creatures to charge up my ego and make me smile with a pride that disgusts me and any one who loves animals as i do. This creature was left to suffer hours of agony for this so called human being to get his kicks is unbelivably pathetic.

The swallows visit.

We had a row a flare up me and hubby all about some thing that seems silly now but that evening i sat and looked out at the woodland trees outside my home the door wide open it was warm and sunny.  I had never imagined us not being together until the end until now and right at this time i didn,t care.  Then some thing flew in through the open door it went round the light on the ceiling twice and flew out again, it was a swallow, i had let out a bit of a scream the room is quite small and the bird flew at speed and scared me, it flew back through the door as though it knew exactly where it had come to and where it was going.  I got up and looked as it joined a group of other swallows disapearing over the trees and away.  I felt this had to mean some thing maybe it meant i was going to travel to those far of places i long to see, one day.

Once Upon a Time

I like this.

The Oldest Vocation

In 1955, right out of college, I found one of those jobs in publishing so dear to history and English majors who could afford them. We were paid almost nothing, which was considered OK for girls, at least if they had parents who could give them a winter coat for Christmas and bail them out in an emergency. Health insurance wasn’t necessary in those days, when a visit to the doctor or a prescription for an antibiotic cost very little. If you shared space, you could even rent an apartment in Manhattan; with three roommates, I lived near Second Avenue in the80s. We had a duplex two-bedroom apartment in a funky old house with a lot of charm – and a lot of cockroaches, but who cared? Right above the bathtub on the second floor there was a skylight that offered dirty and difficult access to the roof. We…

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Germany and EU to legalise pedophilia and child porn – tell me its not true…

Is this shit really true? children should be aloud to be children.

Hutts Strange World

Booklets from a subsidiary of the German government’s Ministry for Family Affairs encourage parents to sexually massage their children as young as 1 to 3 years of age. Two 40-page booklets entitled “Love, Body and Playing Doctor” by the German Federal Health Education Center (Bundeszentrale für gesundheitliche Aufklärung – BZgA) are aimed at parents – the first addressing children from 1-3 and the other children from 4-6 years of age.

“Fathers do not devote enough attention to the clitoris and vagina of their daughters. Their caresses too seldom pertain to these regions, while this is the only way the girls can develop a sense of pride in their sex,” reads the booklet regarding 1-3 year olds. The authors rationalize, “The child touches all parts of their father’s body, sometimes arousing him. The father should do the same.”

Why do some people still vote for these scumbags? Next time we must…

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Give us a lead

I think all blog.co.uk bloggers at least those of us who spent so many years writing posts there should put some sign on there wordpress blog that makes themselves known to one another, some thing that tells us right away who they are, most have already done that but not all.