Valerie Adams Quotes

My Book event was kindly arranged by Brendon books of Bath Place, Taunton on 14th March 2024 I concluded my talk with a verse :- The tropical island of Sri-Lanka was surrounded by a flood Which swept a train right off its rails and buried it in mud We had always loved the place and made there many friends So I went on a kind of pilgrimage to help them make amends I took with me my Brother's french Wife and Arthur's Brother Fred I wanted to help not just myself but friends in need instead Asked Arthur C. who I should help, aware there'd be corruption There are always unscrupulous people in disasters and disruption He put us on to Valerie, Wife of Hector Arthur's SCUBA diver We thus found someone trustworthy instead of some conniver She introduced us to Stefan Birckmann a German fellow there Who was working hard to help children and others in despair In Hospitals and Orphanages, German Stefan staged events Of traditional Puppets he'd revived in villages of tents The puppets were a psychological boost were so short of resource So I donated a thousand dollars to keep them on their course The Unicef stepped-in to keep them entertaining I found helping so rewarding and then came home to find it raining So spare a thought for others when they're in their hour of need Stop thinking of only yourself and banish selfishness and greed.

head sadly. ‘Way too late.’ Then the conversation drifted into generalised, Sunday social chit-chat that was pleasant and comfortable. Thirty minutes later, Clara looked at her watch. ‘It doesn’t look like she is coming. Perhaps we should ring her?’ Adam shrugged, and then reached for his phone, dialled her number, waited a few seconds, closed it and put it away. ‘Straight to an answering service.’ I got up and removed lids and covers from the plates and dishes I had arranged on a side table. ‘I think we’ll go ahead. Ann may have been caught up in something she couldn’t get out of, you know. These things happen.’ Nobody argued the unlikelihood of this. She had changed her mind. Simple as that. We got on with lunch without further mention of her, everyone helping themselves from the array of dishes I had ordered. ‘This is an amazing spread, Jake,’ Jane said, spooning some couscous on to her plate. ‘I love baked salmon.’ ‘Absolutely delicious,’ Clara agreed, ‘you’ve gone to so much trouble.’ ‘It’s no trouble, Clara,’ I told her laughing, ‘Everything was done for me, delivered this morning. The only trouble I had was about the jug.’ Expectant eyes rose from the food, and looked at me. ‘The jug?’ Jane asked. So, I told them, in exaggerated detail, the story of my careering around the city that morning looking for a jug.