So what’s been happening on the Mini front? Not much. The most important thing: we haven’t got the £13,000 out of the insurance company to buy a new shell, but we have bought back the wreck. It’s living on Mr. F’s parent’s drive.
Here are a few pictures of the Mini to remember it in its hey day. (Maybe we’ll save enough money to get it repaired one day!
"Success is not final,
failure isn't fatal,
it's the courage to continue that really counts."
(Winston Churchill)
Hi, I'm Ru and I'm finishing my first novel, "The State of My Heart." Starguidemehome is a scrapbook diary of inspirational stuff and poetry I'm both learning from and writing along the way. I hope you find something here to encourage you.
Hey vio-let bro, sonic blurring, mind funk whirring, guitar spurring, beaux – I think I must love you; for my age, I’m too young don’t fit in my school; still I know a star when it’s earth far flung – you’ve learned me the notion of cool. Hi, lavender youth, wink me a grin. Sky spirited no limited kin, guitar guild that light […]
Gone all out demon slayer, whole self sold; sprinting surely, streaming smooth – hell bash bam, betrayed! No siren or notification, to re-strike, no time or to withold. On the floor, fiend fighter, vision skewing, limbs spilt wrong. Can’t uprise or self utter, can’t figure what just passed or what you should have done – to have cursed, or mere blamed, to have ran […]
This beautiful poem is a guest post by my friend Dot, who has just lost her beloved – and beautiful dog, Josh: I went to the dog’s home to get me a pet, when a pup with long legs jumped in my arms the minute we met! Oh no, not you, you’re not for me, […]
Pretty Kite injured, trampled into salt battered stone; lone, unloved today’s sweepings left for trash. I’ll detangle your tail, unknot your ribbons, your strangled cord, lay you smiling faced neon over sun hotted weed. Lurch shake kite, cloud billow fill, wind bound loop over and above; sun streamered dragon, slink over sand, euphoria blissful, revitalize.
Silence tomorrow, Exit yesterday, I’m living for the now, For what I’ve here in my hands, today.
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