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Think there’s meaning when there’s not
Think it’s kindness when it’s sympathy
Think you are right when you know you are wrong
Buy a camera to improve your photography

Play sport but look forward to the last whistle not the first
Look for reason in violence on the telly only to find you want to watch it anyway
Play the waiting game. Too long. Because you are too polite.

Say you are not feeling 100% even though you can’t explain what is wrong

Wonder if an exam is the fairest way to judge ability.

If the road is closed and we get to our destination
Did we need it in the first place?
If we didn’t need it, why was it built?
What came first, the road or the demand for the road?

They’re on the beaches.
We’ll fight them, then.
Nearly 70 years on, in fact.
Welcome to an unseasonably warm IOM.
Dara Ó Briain ticket for Wednesday available for Hannah.
Downside? She has to come with me.
Upside? Transport both ways for Hannah.

It’s over, not in the Dickie Bird sense.
Scrambling breathless to the white tape we are.
Of the conductors in the audience, how many are tired beyond their memory?
How many different levels are there of conducting? –
Daughters to brothers, brothers to sisters, brothers to brother.
And why should you stray from the xbox and instruct?
Unlike those who play the games, do the twittering, enjoy the deadness of arguing, YOU are a team.
Have a family break. Enjoy the mix. It’s not eternal.

20mm tonight they said on the radio.
Doesn’t bother me I said,
Then I went to the grandstand
And saw people mud-wrestling,
Hang on, no, they’re walking to their tents on the old pitch and putt.
A joke in there I thought (dimly).
Can’t imagine doing this any more but
Perhaps in a different country, like Robert Pirsig did.
My second time through the book was finished today.
It’s the later edition with the postscipt.
Memorable. Like the MGP but more upsetting for the majority.

Let us know if you’ve read it as a parent or a son or a daughter.

After 25 years you’re back they all said; we’ve been waiting.
I’ve been oh so busy my response – weak perhaps.
I can now see how they won the war, again.
I really enjoy American company and always have. Florida is very cosmopolitan but elsewhere less so.
What a great country, makes us look rather insignificant I feel.

LaserBlasted tonight.
Death to all Y6s.
Shattered again – wish the term was over.
Fear is power I believe – and I wish I had a fist of it now.
Kids worn out too but keeping them happy watching the Tour.
Never used to drink beer during the week, maybe that will be a 2010 revolution.
Doubt it.
Watching ‘Double X’ – really quite good.
Reds won tonight.: My team of course.

I’m here, looking at the trees.
They look so tired after a day of pounding.
The sun (I see) is setting in the west and the clouds are scooting wildly across the tops of the ash and elder.
Who would travel on a Monday after such a skirmish?
Those who travel hopefully I suppose.
Short of Juan next week but pretty complete otherwise until the weekend when W leaves to tend to sick father.
In primary now – not the Presidential. Tired beyond belief. Looking forward to seeing Freya’s big almost sister. So is she.
Good luck with the weather – we now call it surfing (new boat).
See you soon!

‘What?’
‘No:’
‘Pardon’.
Sit still. Stop swinging on the chair,
Playing with the paper/pens/pencils/other students’ education.
OUT! You really didn’t need to punch Alex twice in the face, once was adequate.
You’re acting like you are in Year 2, maybe the American system should be trialled here.

Where do they get the language from?

The kids do like the US but don’t have a clue really.
An island of sadness within an Island nation.
This is the new school.
Primary, like the healthcare.
Basic and scary.

Bank Holiday. As if they need one.

Weekend.

Like we used to have.

Peat on the fire, as the lady cools.

Some camping, but

I’m not there, I’m not invited

Into the front room.

Why there?

It might rain, so be safe

And sanitised.

Is that a sneeze I hear?

Will we live Tref?

Should we stock up?

Let loose the 21st Century’s dogs of war.

Telegraph the news abroad.

Not cricket. He said.

Don’t care. Said Mr Turner.

What am I to do between 5 and 7?

Not my concern, you’re not sitting here,

We don’t like you’re demographic and its lack of money.

But my listeners. But my games, my lines. My life.

Commercial radio is no place for cost cutting,

Just people cutting and Mike has gone.

Beware all those who plan careers

In this, the people marketplace.

You’re young once only

And then only briefly.

Well,
We listened with amusement.
We enjoyed the later banter.
The elder male grandchild was on.
He held the crowd.
He shouted clear.
The description was crisp and the cola was tasty (so we hear).
Then we heard the sirens.