Nov. 21st, 2016
In Ashford
Nov. 21st, 2016 05:09 pmAll five shops done in Ashford. One of them was the Spud U Like place,another the Lindt shop in which i purchased two luxury bars of choc- sea salt and chilli flavours,and then a visit to Gap,Reebok and Skechers.
The morning was quite wet and windy but then by the afternoon the sun had actually poked its head out of the clouds.

I had a call from one of other research companies to confirm the two London TFL jobs,one a six hour shift and the other a three hour shift.
Last night i finally got round to watching the first episode of Season 2 of Humans on Channel 4.
The morning was quite wet and windy but then by the afternoon the sun had actually poked its head out of the clouds.

I had a call from one of other research companies to confirm the two London TFL jobs,one a six hour shift and the other a three hour shift.
Last night i finally got round to watching the first episode of Season 2 of Humans on Channel 4.
Poems Of The Week
Nov. 21st, 2016 09:16 pmTwo American poets today.
Acquainted With The Night
Poem by Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I look at the world
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
I look at the world
From awakening eyes in a black face—
And this is what I see:
This fenced-off narrow space
Assigned to me.
I look then at the silly walls
Through dark eyes in a dark face—
And this is what I know:
That all these walls oppression builds
Will have to go!
I look at my own body
With eyes no longer blind—
And I see that my own hands can make
The world that's in my mind.
Then let us hurry, comrades,
The road to find.
Acquainted With The Night
Poem by Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I look at the world
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
I look at the world
From awakening eyes in a black face—
And this is what I see:
This fenced-off narrow space
Assigned to me.
I look then at the silly walls
Through dark eyes in a dark face—
And this is what I know:
That all these walls oppression builds
Will have to go!
I look at my own body
With eyes no longer blind—
And I see that my own hands can make
The world that's in my mind.
Then let us hurry, comrades,
The road to find.