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On the darkened Essex roads This morning, a quarter to eight Traffic lights are red Did the right thing, stopped to wait Waiting patiently for green Then came this mornings farce Looming large in...
#adventchallenge Take a quick look at the picture above And you'll see what's falling, as white as a dove A beautiful scene, pure crisp and bright Winter wonderland and a Christmas delight It's...
I giggle every morning, On the train to Clapham junction. It's the cartoon in the metro, Learn to speak cat is its function.
Up at six. Far too early. I am grumpy. I am surly. Morning buses. Morning planes. Morning taxis. Morning trains. Bad-mood Feather. Let me lie-in. Then, perhaps... I'll stop cryin'.
A man gave all of his seven umbrellas for repair at one time and told the shopkeeper he would pick it up in the evening while back from work.
Nothing sends a platform of commuters into a cowering panic of fear and trepidation more than a bit of rain.
Here I sit on the train once more. Facing an obnoxious bore. Self obsessed with profit and loss. Spouting his eternal dross. His colleagues roll there eyes and scoff. Wishing he'd just bugger off.
On a train to Liverpool from home Sat here typing on my phone Beautiful lady reading a book Dirty old men just having a look.
The space is mine. A red Mini is parked a little further down the lane, but there's plenty if room for me to reverse in and claim my prize.
The black Mercedes is parked at the end of the lane that leads to the train station. It is at the head of a row of cars that fill the parking bays down that one side.