Alex was getting very excited. He was going to go to proper school with a uniform and everything when the next term started. He only had one worry; he was going to have to learn arithmetic.
Early on this morning My back began to ache So I took a little aspirin to To take the pain away Later on this morning My back was getting worse So I took two paracetamol
I’m old At least so I’ve been told But I won’t see 80 any more. So I no longer crawl upon the floor Playing with toy soldiers But nor do I have to drive to work
Arfer Smiff was a third generation scrap metal dealer. At the beginning of the 21st century he began to make a lot of money selling scrap to the Chinese.
My father was a keen photographer and I sometimes used to take him around the countryside looking for places of interest for his pictures. I particularly remember driving round Warwick one day.