The Rag Man

Tell me no secrets I’ll tell you no lies Show me yours and I’ll show you mine Spill the beans and I’ll lap them up Pour out your heart ‘til it fills my cup I’m a collector, a hoarder, a connoisseur Sympathiser, confidant, friend - if you prefer I’ll be whatever you need to satisfy … Continue reading The Rag Man

Same Old Story

My husband found these crumpled and torn bits of newspaper from 1979 under a floorboard today. The words that jumped out at me were ‘torture,’ ‘attack’ and ‘terrorists.’ It seems some things really don’t change, unfortunately.