WEIRD GOINGS ON?

Something strange is happening on this blog of mine. Posts have been disappearing, about 4 or 5. I haven't deleted them and the titles are still there, which is very odd,.

Stranger than fiction, you could say,


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WICKED WINTER! A poem by Ann Wilson

WICKED WINTER! (A poem from Winter's perspective)

I am the winter weather;
It's my delight, to freeze your nose.
I'll make you shake and shiver
and put chilblains on your toes!

I am the winter weather
and I'm not very nice.
I'll make you slip and slide about,
when I turn my snow to ice.

I am the winter weather;
I hope you'll sniff and sneeze.
A hacking cough and choking splutter,
as I spread my viral wheeze!

I am the winter weather;
Creeping up on you - I'm stealthy!
"Forgot your cod-liver oil? Ha ha!
 I'd rather you weren't healthy!"

I am the winter weather;
maybe you should stay indoors.
All cosy by your roaring fire,
safe from my evil claws!

      "HAPPY FREEZING!" 

Sunday Rambling.

We had a rent review last week and as expected it's gone up.  While the agent was here she asked if we had any problems that needed fixing, 

As it happens, the hot tap in the kitchen had seized up in the last few days, plus we have an ongoing damp problem in the bathroom, lobby and various other places in the house. She made a note that the malfunctioning tap was an emergency, as we are having to draw hot water from the bath tap to wash up!

A few days later we get a letter for the new tenancy agreement and a request for £60 admin for the deposit scheme and also a letter of complaint that our holly hedge needs trimming back. Paul does this on a regular basis and the hedge always looks neat and is causing NO obstruction to pedestrians. I gather all tenants have received this letter as some hedges are very overgrown on pathways further up the road.

The thing that annoys me is that there was no mention of them coming to fix the bloody tap etc, but they are quick enough to complain and send bill in. Will ring them tomorrow - Grrr!!

Rant over!  .

FRIGHT NIGHT. An acrostic Halloween poem by Ann Wilson

Fiendish ghouls are about tonight
Ready to give us a terrible fright.
Indoors, the pumpkins now glow in the dark
Ghostly echoes can be heard in the park.
Halloween night, is upon us once more.
Trick or treats given out by the score.


Now is the time for those witches to fly,
Into the darkness, on broomsticks, so high.
Ghastly cackles resound through the air,
Halloween is bound to give us a scare.
To venture outside, I don't think I dare!