Gypsy Trust

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I have to prise everything out of my Mum and she has gypsy power xxx

My Mothers hidden gypsy fortune makes me and my Dad smile.

My Dad had trouble marrying my Mum because of gypsy code.

Because of that code he couldn’t marry her.

Her and her smile.

Well not for at least a long while.

Sometimes my Mum’s strength was in a spotlight.

It is a spotlight.

My Dad had the gift of gaining gypsy trust.

He wanted to marry my mum, so that was just a must.

Getting my mum to talk about the story of then.

Well you can ask her again and again and wait until when.

Her green eyes listen and tell you a tale of a dozen tiny hidden gypsy stories.

And it’s worth a fortune.

Me and my Dad look in awe at her green eyes for a while, before we smile.

pauliepaul

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Gypsy Trust

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My Mothers hidden gypsy fortune makes my Dad smile.
My Dad had trouble marrying my Mum because of gypsy code.
Sometimes my Mums strength is in a spotlight.
My Dad had the gift of gaining gypsy trust.
Getting them to talk about the story of then.
Well you can ask again and again and wait until when.
My Mum tells me a hidden gypsy story.
And it’s worth a fortune and me and my Dad smile.

pauliepaul

Selective memory…

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When I was young, really young. I went to watch Notts County play with my Dad and my uncle Pete and I think my uncle Ken.
I think looking back we parked on the edge of the London road, because it was there one of my uncles noticed I’d still got my carpet slippers on!
I didn’t mind, my feet were warm and my hand was clasped tight by my Dad.
I might ask them if they can remember. Memories are selectively important.
By the way can’t remember the score…
Bet they do x

pauliepaul

The next time I say lets go to Bolivia,let’s go to Bolivia!

Futures all yours ... X
Futures all yours … X

The first time I watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, it was as good as it gets.
Mum wanted me to go to bed, but Dad said I could stay up until the next adverts.
Mum didn’t know it was on BBC1.

I think my Dad wanted me to enjoy the film, because knowing I was enjoying the most magical movie moment of my life was somehow something he knew about and did with Dad powers.

When I let Daisy watch the end of Big, I thought about my Dad. I was glad he let me watch Butch and Sundance, and watching the last ten minutes of Big with Daisy girl helped me to understand how my Dad felt.

The first time I watched The Italian Job my Mum asked if it was on the BBC.
“Erm Erm hang on a minute lads, I’ve got a great idea…Erm Erm….

“Right Bed!”

pauliepaul

“The next time I say lets go to Bolivia, let’s go to Bolivia!”

Futures all yours ... X
Futures all yours … X

The first time I watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, it was as good as it gets.
Mum wanted me to go to bed, but Dad said I could stay up until the next adverts.
Mum didn’t know it was on BBC1.

I think my Dad wanted me to enjoy the film, because knowing I was enjoying the most magical movie moment of my life was somehow something he knew about and did with Dad powers.

When I let Daisy watch the end of Big, I thought about my Dad. I was glad he let me watch Butch and Sundance, and watching the last ten minutes of Big with Daisy girl helped me to understand how my Dad felt.

The first time I watched The Italian Job my Mum asked if it was on the BBC.
“Erm Erm hang on a minute lads, I’ve got a great idea…Erm Erm….

“Right, Bed!”

pauliepaul

Finding My Inner Tube part 3

Waterloo book market sunset
Waterloo book market sunset

The thing I miss most about not living or working in South London is the time I spent near the river on the south bank.
Living in North London makes it a mission to even see a bridge. My time spent crossing and un crossing the river means I know it all well.
Just as you cross Waterloo bridge at the bottom of the down slope there’s a sharp left cycle path. I take it and head down and across the road at the bottom passing the NFT book shop side entrance and straight on to the river railing where my old bike stared in a Dustin Hoffman rom com.
I toy with the idea of a book rummage in the second hand book market just under Waterloo Bridge. But by now it’s certainly time for tea.
I lock my bike to the river railing opposite Eat, where I buy my tea and drink. Now it’s getting dark, I have no lights. I look at my phone and it rings. I expect my Brother but It’s my lovely Jo.
I tell her I may have to head for home, rush hour without light in the West End was not appealing. She backs me up x.
Decision made, bike mounted and pointed North on Waterloo bridge.
My phone rings in my pocket and I fumble desperately to answer, my brothers voice mentions Kilburn.
I explain about lights, and we agree to meet in Camden. He can turn off onto St Johns Wood road and cycle over the top of the zoo.
We have a plan but you need to know what else Jamie said.
But for now, we have a plan.

pauliepaul

Some Sisters you Love all Your Life

I'm sure she took me to see this x
I’m sure she took me to see this x

My Sister might tell it differently but not by much.
When I was 5 or 6 she and her friend were harassed by boys.
She was 10 or 11.
I ran at the boys kicking and screaming, my temper was fierce even then.
The boys threw me over a hedge.

I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I wouldn’t change her for Bristol 411 series 2.
She’s 50 something now and I’m 49 and we still remember it.
I think it stood out.
Something so small something important.
It’s sharing your life.
Something’s good, her teaching me to play chess when she had the mumps.
Something bad, her putting salt in my tea, and wiggling her finger!
Something good knowing we loved each other and me regretting putting Ajax in her coffee.
I will one day forgive not being able to say goodbye to my Jackdaws foot, and I may have done a little more work when we cleaned the kitchen for Mum. Using our “Special Way.”

But I love knowing she’s there for me, and that she cares for me, because she’s special.

Love you Vanetta x

Finding my inner Tube. (part two)

Me (left) and my brother Jamie on a previous successful cycling meet.
Me (left) and my brother Jamie on a previous successful cycling meet.

It’s funny how time changes your thoughts. Years ago locking up my bike in SoHo with an hour or two to kill would have registered high. But somehow it didn’t.
I hadn’t heard from my brother but felt his approach, at the same time I felt hungry. I walked over Shaftsbury Ave and into China Town. Take away buffet jumped out at me,  I filled my foil tin with care, and walked back towards my bike passing an abandoned table which I sat on trying to rekindle my Soho affection feeling strangely anonymous.
Ok food devoured and with still no word from Jamie I head towards SoHo Square and as I enter I begin to warm to my surroundings; backing up the affection I knew I still felt for the Soho that has fascinated me since I was 16.
It was now 5pm, I had watched the table tennis in a daze for a while, approving of the table which I felt gave the square a new New York feel. As I left to head back to my bike and then on to Covent Garden it was alcoholics to serve for the match.
It’s always nice to return to an un stolen bike, I have been lucky, just a front wheel lifted once. I remember staring at the gap where my wheel once was in disbelief.

Turning my bike onto Neal Street I head towards cafe Diana, which I soon realise is closed for what looks like serious reasons?
I sit on the bench, well that’s still there, and try to call my brother with the latest cafe news.
No reply, I ponder on what to do, it’s now 6pm the eagle should be landing.
As I ponder my bench is suddenly under threat from the street. The absence of the open cafe has left it ferrel, and it would seem to have been claimed by the homeless who look at me as if to say, “this is our bench now!”

Saved by a text alert, “running late, Mick had a puncture eta now 6.30-7pm.”
Wicked! I think, well I’m not stopping here and giving up my seat for an urchin, I mount my bike and jockeying for position with the every day pedlars drop down to cross my favourite bridge, sans sunset as tea on the south bank gives me a sudden smile of a something to look forward to.

pauliepaul