Florette . Cuts.

Florette: Cuts.

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So deep the pain in me

Nought to gain, cut me free.

Florette. Fireflies.

Another attempt at a Florette.

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So bright and warm lamp light

Fire flies swarm round at night.

After the Snow.

I thought I would have another attempt at changing lyrics. My first is here. Geoff at TanGental did suggest Good King Weneslas but I thought due to the thaw we now have, Here comes the flood by Peter Gabriel, was a little more apt.

The snow is slowly melting now

The children will be sad but not their mums.

The schools will open up again.

But don’t get too excited if you need a train.

Oh! Here comes the flood

All we will be left with is slush and mud.

The trains and planes and buses will not here… Not be here.

Nore much food in shops …in the shops.

The pavements are all lethal now

The lanes undrivable the tankers have been unable to collect the milk. For days pity the cow. And the farmers too.

Oh! Here comes the flood

All we will be left with is slush and mud.

The trains and planes and buses will not here… Not be here.

Nore much food in shops …in the shops.

The homeless will be back on the street

In the wet and cold, spare a thought for those who you meet.

And pray there will be no more frozen rain or sleet, or sleet.

The government and councils will congratulate themselves.

And put their mislaid plans back on the shelves… On the shelves

Oh! Here comes the flood

All we will be left with is slush and mud.

The trains and planes and buses will not here… Not be here.

Nore much food in shops …in the shops.

Still so many people without power

The must tired, no heat or cooking no hot shower.

They say there is still more snow and freezing rain to come.

But here it’s thawing temperatures up even seen the sun… fleetingly

Let’s hope the people in trapped cars trains

Are rescued soon, an end to their pain!

But did they all need to travel with a red snow warning.

Oh! Here comes the flood

All we will be left with is slush and mud.

The trains and planes and buses will not here… Not be here.

Nore much food in shops …in the shops.

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Again huge thanks to farmers , not only for coping with looking after their livestock and having to pour away untold gallons of milk but also helping people that got stranded. To care workers, Drs, Nurses, all three emergency services. To meals on wheels who delivered to the old infermed, to charities and shelters infact thank to anyone who helped.

To anyone who drove out in the red snow warning was your journey nessacery and would you do it again,(if you got stuck on the motorway)

I do hope there will not be too many floods. Be safe out there all of you. 💜💜💜💜💜

Oh! Here comes the flood

All we will be left with is slush and mud.

The trains and planes and buses will not here… Not be here.

Nore much food in shops …in the shops.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Fine.

This week’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: Use the word ‘Fine’ extra points if you end your post with fine also remember to have fun.

Rules and Pingback here at Linda’s Blog, Life in Progress.

I thought I’d try a Florette for today’s Prompt.

Fine, your rules and not mine

So you are happy, fine!

#SoCs.

A photograph…

If you read nothing else today please read this truly love filled post. It holds a lesson for us all.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Looking for photographs, I opened a folder on the computer. The first image I came across had me unexpectedly in tears. I have seen it hundreds of times and simply smiled, if a little wistfully. Yet this time, for some reason, it opened the floodgates.

It is a very ordinary photo of two very young men one spring afternoon. But the young men are not ordinary, they are my sons. Beside them are Nick’s souped-up VW and Alex’s bike… their respective wheels. It was an ordinary spring day… Nick had driven up from Bournemouth to spend the weekend with us. We had talked, laughed and talked some more. It had been a good weekend for a lot of reasons.

I had grabbed the opportunity to get a picture of the lads while I had them both there… a rarity now they were grown. Nick came up again a few weeks…

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