Posted: 27/01/2017 at 09:55
Stockton on Tees, very cold, Jack Frost has his icy fingers gripping the area, white rooves white grass, in fact white everything. "Oh well" nearly out of January two months to Spring in our N E corner of this Blessed Isle we hope, we have had snow before up to April.
A bit sad read in the local hatched matched dispatched one of my first girl friends had passed on, all of twelve, she was thirteen I got dragged into the bomb damaged old mill at the end of the lane and kissed, well and truly, she told me she loved me. I was in total panic because the behind the bikeshed lore said kissing a girl meant she would have a baby, yikes I ran all the way home and hid for a week. If she had a baby it should be over by then, how innocent we were. She told my wife more than once she kissed me first, women?