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So the woman who ordered the police to attack the miners, when she declared open war on the unions; who had spies bug the offices of their leader Arthur Scargill, had offered to buy a new ironing board, when she discovered how much civil servants had paid for hers: how honourable of the woman, who said ‘there is no such thing as society,’ while stealing milk from five year-olds and utilising monetarism, that nearly crippled Chile. And, the woman’s chancellor also said to leave Liverpool to rot, we’d learnt the same day as we learnt about The Ironing Board Lady, who took us to war, several times, to distract us from the strife that the country was in, as globalization led to us having no industry, with which to dig ourselves out of recession. And now, a film is made of the woman and, the actress portraying her, makes The Ironing Board Lady seem, almost human. Yet, having lived through the times she wrought, I got to say; ‘I look forward to the iron rust’, as Thatcher has nearly bust Britain.

Dad looked out of the window on Bank Holiday Tuesday, then turned and said to me, “Looks like the Bluetit is at the nest.” And, lookin at the weather and not the bird, I figured I’d take him at his word and, make the best of the day and, my new boots and, go for a walk to Raby Mere, as that is an easy walk, for an old knee, or two. So that’s what I did, as the sky was still blue and as I set off, I noticed how clean the air felt, after just a few days of few cars on the road, on a crisp, clear, Winters day. And I walked till I got there, taking pictures on the way, until the batteries died and, I’d missed taking one of the bobbing head of a woodpecker as it hung from a feeder, attached to a washing-line in the garden of a green painted bungalow called The Haven, but just the same, I got one of the name of the place, then on the way home, I’d passed a bare tree on someone’s front, as the small bird stopped uttering a word, as walking by with a sigh, I’d told him, it needn’t be so, not with me. And then I walked on home, passing passers-by and saying hello, in a way that you don’t do, anywhere else, other than the hills leading to and from, that place called Raby Mere.

Almost eighteen years ago I recall what she had to say: ‘Trust me, I’m not like the one before me.’ And, she had been the same, in all but name: both Pisces, both Pisces, both had been used and abused and both had cheated after three and a half years. Aye, ‘Trust me,’ she’d said, nearly nineteen years ago. Or was it yesterday…? I just don’t know…

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DestroyingAngel
00:21 Dec 11 2011

I like this.

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NoctusAngelusProcella
00:00 Dec 14 2011

there is always another fish in the sea,

but you'll never have a friend like me. :)

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CassandraAnastacia
03:49 Sep 29 2012

Ha! this brings back some memories, some i'd rather forget and some I think are kind of hilarious. So I'll laugh at them, or cry...or not cause they are not worth it. I suppose all that matters now is that I'm happy...well with my marriage anyway. :)

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