My small poem about us and our environtment.

As a very harsh winter takes hold, we have to take care of ourselves and those living near by……..

Poem about a purple plum tree….

19 May 2009..Direct in contrast is the family next door to us on the opposite side. The Wee’s are large family. Mr. Wee – “I have only thirteen children” – is a bit worried about the unlucky number of his children. The youngest of the Wee’s is now turning three. Mr. Wee works in a shipping firm. “My boss pays me more than I deserve,” admits Mr. Wee gratefully. Yet he finds it difficult to give enough pocket money to all his school-going children everyday. Mrs Wee suspects that Mr Wee keeps a concubine or two.

Poem regarding good (or not so good) neighbours.

For six years our local housing team have allowed our neighbours to oppress our lives with deliberate and unbareable noise at unsociable hours of the night. So this article explains the type of noise heard and also comtains samples of the disturbance.

I wrote an article recently about a Good Samaritan who returned the wallet I lost on a restaurant parking lot. Then it occurred to me – I wonder if there is anyone reading this who doesn’t know what a Samaritan is. The teacher in me wanted to explain.

A child isn’t beaten for his great wrongs, but for all the small wrongs that reminds the parents of the great wrongs.

A little anecdote that makes me smile…

The cat caused the break in the friendship between neighbours. Was he also responsible for bringing them together again?