The Blood Soaked Brick

She made her way toward the line The place the bridge gave cover Where in the depths the people cried Each wishing for their Mother Above the ground the siren whined She thought just of her lover She stopped to hear the silent sign London hit by another Right then she fell unto the ground A lightening […]

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From Sheep to Theatreland

Theatreland.  Covent Garden. Some friends of ours own a couple of properties in Covent Garden and kindly offered us use of one of them; a delightful studio apartment in Neal Street.  A weekend away.  Perfect. I had noticed some anxiety rising at the idea of travelling on Public Transport.  This was largely due to the […]

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