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A Day in the Life -- Peter Leyland

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"A Day in the Life"*   The Black Dog lurks, what am I to write about this month?  Friday was bad but today is better. Tuesday is usually my favourite day and Thursday can be good, with the poetry group later after the washing and shopping is finished. Thursday then - today. It's not a good drying day - much too cold and misty. A bit of tumble drying - hang the expense. I’ll put the shirts on the chairs around the table; the duvet cover always does well over the bannister. The supermarket won’t be busy until later and there is always coffee to look forward to.   You can have too much of that. This morning after collecting my new glasses I go into Costa. A long queue, probably because the rival shop is closed. Not that I mind too much. It is often full of dogs and crying children there, and the staff are constantly changing. Eventually I am served. There are no empty tables. I pick up a full tray of dishes from one of them and carry it around for a bit, searching, but there...

The Black Dog of Greatness -- Lorraine Smith

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 Sir Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill was a British Politician, statesman, army officer and prolific writer. He wrote 33 books in 51 volumes over his lifetime. His fictional output comprised one novel and one short story. His main output however, comprised non-fiction. After he was elected as an an MP,  over 130 speeches and parliamentary answers were published in booklets and pamphlets. He received the Nobel Prize for literature in 1953 for “ his mastery of historical description as well as for oratory in defending human values.” What is more surprising is that Churchill suffered from a manic depressive disorder and could spend long periods of time, sometimes months low on energy and totally unproductive. For years Churchill had avoided standing to close to balconies and train platforms. “ I don’t like standing near the edge of a platform when an express train is passing through. I like to stand back and get a pillar between me and the train. I don’t like to stand by the sid...