Diary Thurs 11th August 2022Another scorcher. 34 degs! Chastity the local hairdresser has ended up in hospital after laying out in the sun too long! What goes...
Poem 2The bombs are coming! The bombs are coming! We are running Home to feel the warmth in the winter Warm glow before our skeletons splinter
Poem 1Moley moley in the holey How small and blind you are One day you could end up dead With a shovel in the head