A cat on a seat, a milk churn, more than a few puffs of steam, and an elegy for a time passing into history, where no one departs, and no one arrives.
They've all passed out of our lives…something both beautiful and heartbreaking about that line.
There is; such a poignant choice of words 😞
This reminded me of a song my Nan used to sing to me "Oh Mr Porter, what shall I do, I want to go to Birmingham but they've taken me on to Crewe". Delightful, David.
Gosh, I’d forgotten that! Thank you 🙏
They've all passed out of our lives…something both beautiful and heartbreaking about that line.
There is; such a poignant choice of words 😞
This reminded me of a song my Nan used to sing to me "Oh Mr Porter, what shall I do, I want to go to Birmingham but they've taken me on to Crewe". Delightful, David.
Gosh, I’d forgotten that! Thank you 🙏