Dusty romanced dirty streets
Secret people indiscreet
Walking closely far apart
That’s the city centre art
Crowded busses flashy cars
Fog and fume block out the stars
Hurry slowly nowhere soon
Morning night and afternoon
Reading other people's blogs I realised I’d never put a poem here. OK so here is one that probably explains why I live in the country now.
OK so I know that afternoon comes between morning and night, but then it wouldn't rhyme with soon, and wouldn't sound right. I used to write lots of poems but now I find novels and blogs are more fun.
Which leads me to country life. We live in an old farmhouse and there is a smell of home baking all the time – well there would be wouldn’t there.
My wife Lois is somewhat obsessed with baking and for the last couple of years has been experimenting with Gluten Free baking – because Gluten makes her sick.
She has now reinvented the original concept of web logging - later called blogging. She invents new Gluten Free recipes and writes them up on her blog as she does them. [ http://blissglutenfree.blogspot.com ] This does two things, makes it easy to find the recipe and also tells us when certain things were made, so we can do tests on what their shelf life should be. How many home cooks give best before dates to their products? For those who read her blog I am Mr. Taster on there.