1156

Bertie of the 23rd

Lorks, Jeeves, you really do know everything.

There are times I hardly need to think at all.

You sort out all my little problems -

There's a snifter just when I need it to perk me up.

You keep me on the straight and narrow

So I don't let you down.

I mean, even when things get a bit iffy

Or I might just have done something - well, you know -

You just go right ahead and sort it all out;

As if there was nothing wrong in the first place.

You make life bearable - even when Aunt Agatha is here -

You know, Jeeves, there are times I feel like royalty.

I mean - I'm so dashed lucky.

I think we need to keep things just the way they are.

Yes - sir.

Brian Hick May 2012

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 1155

I'm not in Hastings

This year, but the sun tells me

Jack must now be dead.

Brian Hick May 2012 Jack in the Green day

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 1154

The door is locked, the gate is barred

But through it I can see

An uncut lawn, a sprouting hedge,

A blossoming plum tree;

All signs of a returnig life

Green from what was grey;

And all that has lain long as dead

Resurgent, live, today.

And what of me, behind the door

Protected from the blast

Of life and change, of energy

Which challenges the past...

Brian Hick April 2012

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 1153

You eased me to this day

Yet I cannot hear your voice;

The words get in the way

Insist there is no choice;

But You do not compel

You simply wait and give

Until my heart, o'erwhelmed,

Knows what it is to live.

Brian Hick May 2012

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 1152

                          ON becoming 67

Sixty-seven - well, it's better than being dead -

But there are times, when everything is aching

And I'd like that extra glass, but dread

The thought of lonely hours when I lie waking

Torn between the gentle warmth of bed

And the Gaviscon which I have left downstairs.

If only I could eat like I once did

And drink into the night without a care,

Watch the late-night film knowing for sure

I'd stay awake until it reached its peak,

Instead of drifting off in this old chair

To back to back repeats of Mock the Week.

Thank goodness, I have friends who all ignore

My grumpy side, which can be such a bore!

Brian Hick April 2012

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                                                    Norfolk Coast Path

                                                    Friday

                                           Larks in the dappled

                                Sun on Weybourne cliffs guide us

                                             On our final day

Weybourne Priory, cliffs, larks

Skelding Hill past golf course

Art on the sea front

London style lunch but cheap

Abandon hill walk stay on beach

Heavy going so only get

to West Runton

Ladies have cakes - orange and maple / coconut and lime

Make for pier to complete the walk

heavens open up

Shelter until it goes over

But still raining as we leave.

 We shelter

But are still wet when we get back to Glendale.

Brian Hick April 2012

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                                                Norfolk Coast Path

                                               Thursday

                                         A warmer morning

                                 But by lunch the rain returns;

                                   Thankful for small mercies

                                         If Glendale's toilet

                                     Paper were any thinner

                                         It would not exist.

On with the walk but first we have to leave the car at Cley

And take the Hopper back to Wells, thankful that the day,

Though overcast, is free of wind and penetrating rain.

Damp underfoot the path from Wells to Morston is quite sound

Helping us to make up time

Morston oysters The Anchor alpacas and a dead mole

The rain and MUD, tea at Blakeney - no shops

Change in river course not on map

Get to Cley - nothing!

Wading through the sliding mud, it's onward till we drop

And as we get back to the car, the rain decides to stop

Brian Hick April 2012

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