Category Archives: My butterfly

Poor You, Poor, Poor You

  Poor You, Poor, Poor You I had had a pretty bad day. Everything I touched fell over or crashed to the floor. It happened so often I didn’t think I could take it any more. I misread the clock, … Continue reading

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How I Got My Title

  How I Got My Title Watching Ann as she looked at this, wanted that, came back to this, studied the watches, admired the pack of multi-coloured briefs… Kind of matched my mind. It too was flitting from thought to … Continue reading

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