Leaving home to go home.....

When I left CT to come back to UK, I had a great thumping party.

All the friends came to say goodbye, and I wrote them a poem which I recited. Most of you know I do this often, so you're used to it .....

Here it is for those of you who recognise it - enjoy!


Goodbye friends ---

Its being a long roads travelled, and we all travelled quite far, with many a chat between the school and the car.
 I have made many friends and acquaintances too, but of those that I love there are but a few.

 As luck would have it you are all here today, to say cheerio and see us on our way.

With five years behind us, I have not much to say, let's see you guys I do have some homage to pay.

From their Snoekie de Lookie'  to the 'Howzit'  and 'hi' the 'ola' the  'ciao' and the hearty goodbye.
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The hugs from Marc, the wine at the Park rugby, ..................Sunday lunches with friends to make me leave grumpy.
fabulous business opportunities and being there for friend through divorce -- I have become a total know it all now, of course!

I wish you all well, lets keep in touch.
Even though I understand you all don't like email that much!

I'll be far away, but you'll be in my heart - if you ever come over and don't call me I'll hunt you down quick - smart!

Thank you for your friendship, and all the great laughs - I hope I find more, in the land of scones and tarts!

Goodbye!

A poem of meaning

A friend sent me this...and I can think of a few people I'd love to send it to....

Here it is :



Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

Great poem

"We squander health
In search of wealth;
We scheme and toil, and save,
Then squander wealth
In search of health;
And all we get’s the grave;

We live and boast of what we own;
We die and only get a stone."