A dream of a yacht


There was that ship in Berehvane harbour – scuttled yonks ago. But then it was afloart. Twas a handsome wooden yacht – a sailing one, no engine. It was white and mid brown.

Then my famil was on it.I spoke to fridewside. iw as not relaexd and cheeful as one should be on a cruise. I must be thinking of summer cruise work.

Then my child was missing. I was supposed to be looking atet him. where was he? I panicked. Had he gone overboard? At length I found him

I think of the summer and my nieces and newphes going to West Britain. Tis a shame my chidl cannot accompany them

maybe worry abot this new gig with I hold.


About Calers

Born Belfast 1971. I read history at Edinburgh. I did a Master's at UCL. I have semi-libertarian right wing opinions. I am married with a daughter and a son. I am allergic to cats. I am the falling hope of the not so stern and somewhat bending Tories. I am a legal beagle rather than and eagle. Big up the Commonwealth of Nations.

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