I am on a permanent diet and really wish I didn’t need to be.

The bribe of chocolate and vanilla biscuits for drinking milk…

Ever see the picture of the dogs and wonder what was going on?

There is no telling that tea and talk invariably go together – so hold your cups and let’s talk.

A letter I made for homework. My teacher said it was the best one in the class.

Remembering saturday morning breakfast when I was a teen.

A wacky poem I wrote about an oppositely weird place.

Oh how I loathe the old biscuity crumb.

Gardeners nightmare.

Metaphorical poem relating to writing poetry and the compulsion to write.