I'd been doing my nightly "silly-talk" at home until late last year. But I can't do it now because of the obvious staff shortage in this household. So, I've moved to this blog page to do it. There'll be my thoughts, every day life, news, moaning, ranting, etc. Just a nutter mumbling...
Bought a book "The Art of Life" by Paul Durcan some days ago. Recently I pick up the book every time I sit down with a cup of something hot. Miraculously, the book is not stained (yet). £12 is a lot of money to me, but I remembered buying a new £8.99 (RRP) Seamus Heaney book for only £0.99 at the same book shop about a year ago. So, I didn't feel ripped off very much.
Why is Paul Durcan such a charming bloke in his poems?? Of course, I don't know what he is really like, but reading some of his poems, I felt like making a cup of tea for him... I wonder how much of his poems are fiction. Better not try to find out about it, or I might be hugely disappointed.
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