Stig (to Bobby) You’re my people and we have a code. You fight for the guy that’s fighting next to you
Not been too well of late, have got to up my pain killer which probably just the thought of is making me a bit low. The arthritis is actually not any worse but the knees seem to be deteriorating anyway, the left knee has ambitions of contributing a leading role to the on going saga of the knees; while the right one occasionally decides to remind everybody it got damaged first. My little niece is always very amusing and kind in her reasoning for why I have to accommodate my knees. She told me last time the reason I had to use a stick was so I didn’t fall over and we didn’t want me falling over like last time and damaging them anymore. I told her I completely agreed. Kids are the best tonic in the world occasionally if you can spend sometime with one, when you let them do the talking……..
She keeps kingfishers in their cages
And goldfish in their bowls
She is lovely and is afraid
Of such things as growing cold.
She’s had enough men to please her
Though they were more cruel than kind
And their love an act of isolation,
A form of pantomime.
She says she has forgotten
The feelings that she shared
At various all-night parties
Among the couples on the stairs,
or among the songs and dancing
She was once open wide,
A girl dressed in denim
With boys dressed in lies.
She’s eating roses on toast with tulip butter,
Praying for her mirror to stay young;
On its no longer gilted surface
This message she has scrawled:
‘O somewhere between Heaven and Woolworth’s
I live I love I scold
I keep kingfishers in their cages
And goldfish in their bowls.’