Monday, 25 April 2011


My friend, Steve, yesterday, he died
I'm sad, when I was told, I cried
Not for him, though, as he is free
No more living with his MND

I'm sad, though, for his family
His children and his wife, Julie
I'll definitely miss his joking ways
Though he didn't load me with praise

He called me, a 'battleaxe', one time
It was hilarious, worth a mention in this rhyme
Steve told jokes which were quite rude
The punch lines could be incredibly crude

But, somehow you just didn't care
Steve made you laugh when he was there
With his 'eyegazer' humour and quick wit
He could join in the fun and 'do his bit'

We'll miss you Steve, of that I'm sure
Your delayed responses we'll hear no more
Hopefully, now, you are at rest
Just want you to know, you were the best

God Bless. xx

Monday, 18 April 2011

Pauline’s “Putting it into Perspective” Ditty!

If you’re feeling fed up,
And you think life’s “shitty”;
Just look upon my blog
And read this little ditty.

“Think about the life you lead,
There are joys a plenty.
Remember, that your glass is always
Half full, not half empty”!

Thursday, 14 April 2011


Harry, the cat
Lays on the mat
He's always in the way
He sits on my lap
When I'm taking a crap
When I say,"Go", he stays

He's quite a clingy boy
Sometimes plays with a toy
But, most of the time he wails
He gets under my wheels
Doing 'head-over-heels'
I'm careful I don't hurt his tail

He's a strange Burmese thing
I treat him like a king
I indulge and spoil him quite badly
Harry's a fussy cat
I'll admit to that
He eats only cat biscuits, sadly

I love Harry, my cat
Who's as daft as a bat
To have him in my life is a pleasure
Though sometimes he's bad
I talk to him, am I mad?
He keeps me company but at his leisure

Harry, my pet
Is an animal, yet
He seems to know where he's at
He'll hang on with his claws
Or hit me with his paws
To make sure  I know he's TOP CAT!!

Monday, 11 April 2011


I've just had a birthday and,now, I am old
I still look quite young, or so I've been told
Though, I move around like someone half dead
I'd much prefer to be lithe and mobile, instead
But, hey, I'm still alive and should be grateful
Shouldn't moan a lot and be quite hateful
Yet, I admit  I'm as bitter as can be
And wonder, each day, 'Why should it be me"?
I'm someone  who was always 'clean living'
A person, always very  loving and giving
I paid my taxes, and was very healthy
Was fit and slim, though, not exceedingly wealthy
Thinking about what I once was drives me crazy
I am annoyed about the obese and the lazy
Those people who, simply, don't give a damn
However badly they live, they won't be like I am
Life just  isn't fair, of that I am sure
Doesn't matter how I live, there is no cure
I'm destined for paralysis, with my brain still intact
Though still thinking and speaking, unable to act
I wake up some mornings and 'hate everyone'
It isn't very nice, but, when all's said and done
You wouldn't wish this on your worst enemy
The life that I live with my MND!

Half an hour later I read this on another blog:

"To hold on to hate and resentments is to throw a monkey wrench into the machinery of life."  E. Stanley Jones

Lovely 'psychobabble'. Great when you are analysing someone; however, difficult to follow when the shit happens to you!