Month: June 2016

The window to the ward is ajar, there is a slight breeze he is barely awake but he knows we are there, and all we have to do is open the card – so the blackbird sings – and he

I still drive grandad’s car, son, 70,000 miles on the clock and I cry every morning as I take the driving seat and turn the ignition.      

And now she reads to me from the book I bought her: Beatrix Potter, Peter Rabbit. She is eighty-seven And I am fifty-six.      

Ted made an appearance on Nationwide near the time of this article (and was interviewed by Sue Lawley, no less) as the Policeman Poet. Here he is at Poet’s Corner in Westminster Abbey.