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Spittleborough
by Stephanie Corrin
Then, now and back again.
Joyous lovely special and grand
oh how i love this land!
Referred to in my messages as the Rough,
or the Row,
or Spitbo,
or Spittleborough,
or... the patch...shall I go on?...a resounding NO!
So just what is this article about? The glory days or yore when
i lived here before? Perhaps not, better had live in the now!
Sitting here at the Silver Farts,
before they part, ripping out hearts.
Wishing I had the dough to but some panties before they go.
Do I not have enough money to buy underwear? It’s a good thing I
gave up the drink, and the smoke, and the meat...all in the name
of Siva, that destroyer.
And so I find myself at a bit of a loss. Wondering just what it
is i should do...walking talking driving dancing prancing refinancing.
I want to live in the country and bake pies (my new favorite thing
to do for the minute) and eat them.
All this time and space allows me the opportunity to do what I really
love here in this place. Runner up is visiting people but first
and foremost is yoga. Highly recommended to all those who want to
pause and use the time to look inward in order to better see that
which surrounds them.
It took me 30 years to figure out my life’s passion. I consider
myself one of the lucky one’s!
Ahh, yoga ... inhale...exhale... and think of absolutely nothing...perfect.
I can so handle that.
Now back to visiting people. That is precisely what this article
is about. "Reclaiming the House Party." It’s summertime
so we don’t even have to mess up the inside of the house. Might
I suggest a Pie Potluck Party? I guess we could all simply meet
at the Night Kitchen...now there’s some fine pizza pie!
Oh dear, I stray away onace again I’m afraid.
Back to the house party...Bring them on! Let us meet and greet and
best of all eat!
Until then I am off to the Gravy Train. Closest thing to a house
party thus far. It was designed originally as a house of sorts.
Did you know there is a bathtub in there?...And let me tell you
nowt beats Uncle Bucke’s curried fries, my word!
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