Geriatric OE: Arty farty...

Thursday, 2 August 2012

Arty farty...

Tis just about my bedtime, 2200 but I am so habituated to blogging that i must post something before I turn in for the night. The man and I went to an exhibition of art at the Barbican tonight, lots of interesting paintings, some I wouldn't give houseroom to and one or two that I would.

After that we had a bit of a wander as we are wont to do and found ourselves in a street with lots of nice street art.

Then Tea at a tidy kebab-house, yummy, mine was the lamb, small please and his was the chicken, large please. Golly gosh I am pleased I ordered the small. So well fed we made our way to the nearest underground and caught the next train home. Had to take a picture of this huge poster on the station.

so blogging achieved and now its good night from me and its goodnight form him

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Moon over Crystal Palace

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Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday and all is well
If plan A doesn't work there are lots more letters in thealphabet to choose from
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I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember
The roses red and white,
The violets and the lily cups--
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,--
The tree is living yet!

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Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
The summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.

I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.

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