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Such Happy Times.

When young,my happy secure home…Rang with laughter. The radio light programme, trilled from the corner sideboardAlmost all day,I rememberMum singing along.“ I can’t tell a waltz from a tangoI never know what my feet are goner dono I can’t tell … Continue reading

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How I became an Entomologist

Entomology part 1

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More (grown up) memories.

Pat and I struggled on for a few more months, but it became clearer and clearer to me that Pat was leading a double life, (as in truth, I was). Pat showing me off as her husband to her family … Continue reading

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Seamus Heaney Died

I never met the man, except in my head, where his words caressed poetically, what he said. All I could do (or try) – was copy his style but never capture his well-trod mile.  The brown ‘Belfast sink’ in the … Continue reading

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