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What Were We Like!               Rosie Robertson

 Rationing they called it in the war

There was less to have than ever before

Not just food but clothing too

See a line of people? You joined the queue.

 

You asked in front what the queue was for

Hoped for something left when you reached the door

Perhaps extra rice or flour or ham

Or maybe the occasional tin of spam

 

We wore hand-me-downs from sister and brother

Adjusted and altered by a loving mother

I had Donald’s overcoat and shoes

I begged not to wear them but was always refused

 

The coat was a boy’s and the shoes were so stout

All mother said was “They’ll see winter out”

Dad like most fathers learnt cobbling too

On a multiple last he’d mend each shoe

 

My toes became sore as my footwear was tight

He carved peep-toed sling-backs that I wore with delight

I was the envy of all my friends

As my dad created new fashion trends

 

One fashion trend met my disgust

But mother insisted it was a must

When her knickers grew too old to wear

For me she’d make a “brand-new” pair

 

They had elastic round legs and waist

A pocket where my hanky was placed

I’d fish up my skirt or down my hose

Just so I could blow my nose



Creepie  by Sue Whitehead
Was it possible that places affected events for good or bad. Was it possible that if something bad had happened at that place in the Park then the spot was condemned to be unhappy from then on.
Sarah was on her daily walk, when she saw a couple, a man and a woman not practising social distancing. They had taken over a section of the grass for themselves and two children. They had spread out footballs and other sports equipment. Nothing much was happening. They just stood there talking. There was a back log of people trying to manoeuvre around each other and the greedy ones. The couple was still there when Sarah returned, having done her allotted time.
The next time Sarah walked that route, there was an altercation between two dog walkers at the same place on the grass.’Keep your dog on a lead’ resounded in her ears as she walked back.
Could that spot be forever cursed?