The Last Furlong

Comments on the race of life.

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The importance of a Nana

I had a most strange upbringing.  Continue reading

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Today we went to town to a little restaurant that sells THE most delicious coffee (in small cups) with iced water on the side. Continue reading

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Tenant required

The Furlongs require a tenant for the bumblebee apartment I’ve constructed. Continue reading

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Thoughts on Alfie Evans

There is no grey matter in most of Alfie’s skull the doctors say. He cannot be ‘alive’, cannot function without it. They do not know the cause of his condition, and there is no cure. Continue reading

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Margaret O’Brien

Our parents bought Margaret O’Brien dolls for us in America. Or probably it was just our mother that chose them. Continue reading

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Is your cervix cold?

God knows why this came to mind this morning. But it might be because I was talking to someone about learning English. I taught English to Africans for several years. English is not easy to teach as a foreign language.  Continue reading

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We have an immigrant. He’s young, speckled and very active on the bird feeder. When we lived in this town, nearly twenty years ago, we had them in our garden – but we lived way over, on the other side of the town. Continue reading

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Fake news? No, Fake pee!

We live in a time of fakeness. Fake news is only one aspect of our fakeness. Continue reading


Do you know the answer? It’s not anywhere I can find…

If you bomb a chemical weapon facility as England France and the USA have just done, what happens to the chemicals in the weapons?

Do they simply evaporate safely, blown to dust, never to be seen again?


Do they rise into the air and settle back down as a toxic compound in a vast radius around the bombing?

What happens to the chemicals in the weapons, once the weapons and chemical producing facility has been blown up? Answers welcomed!




Fake news circa 1807

“Nothing can now be believed which is seen in a newspaper. Truth itself becomes suspicious by being put into that polluted vehicle. The real extent of this state of misinformation is known only to those who are in situations to confront facts within their knowledge with the lies of the day. . . . I will add, that the man who never looks into a newspaper is better informed than he who reads them; inasmuch as he who knows nothing is nearer to truth than he whose mind is filled with falsehoods & errors.” (Thomas Jefferson, June 11, 1807)