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Dear Dusty

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Dear Dusty,

I wanted to let you know that though you didn’t make it to a hundred years old,you didn’t fail in life.

It’s a misnomer to think that the body can last a hundred years.Seventy to eighty is good going and nothing to be ashamed of,and truthfully is more in line with nature.

Who wants to be a giant tortoise trundling around under the weight of a heavy shell eating grass and dandelions in a field when it’s pouring with rain .

Or a deep ocean  sea creature dwelling in  hidden caves and scavenging  on the seabed for the world’s detritus.

Life for us bipeds is different and you played your part or the game whichever way you like to view it.Which now you can.Magnamously.

You made it,now exist in Peace.

Love Me.

Namaste,my good friend,you ,thank you for reading.

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A Hiking Shop

Where would you go on a shopping spree?

I would spreely shop in a hiking shop,

To buy boots and jackets and a wicker top

A durable tent and some trusty pegs

And waterproof leggings for my legs

A solar lamp to read at night

And all in one cutlery to have a bite

A sleeping bag to keep me warm

A colourful bobble hat my head to adorn

Finally ,a stainless steel stove a bowl and a mug

And Tensing the Sherpa,  my load to lug

Thank you for reading Namaste

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Baloncesto

What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?

My middle name is Baloncesto, it is Spanish for Basketball.My Grandfather lived in Spain in his early twenties and he started a local basketball team in the small village he had digs in.

It was a time of much turmoil in Spain and Franco was very much in control of everything  ,but on Saturday evenings there were basketball matches which my grandfather organized.

The matches led to a league being set up and it was a great way for everyone to get together and it reduced a lot of tension and was good entertainment.

It was something that my grandfather spoke of with pride and when I was born he asked that my middle name be Baloncesto as we would not forget the joy the  game of basketball brought to the people.

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The most recent thing I learned

What is the last thing you learned?

Apuesto translated to Spanish means “I bet. ”

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Yes

How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?

Attempting some things and not being able to do them makes me appreciate what I can do and also makes me enjoy interacting with other people who have a different skill set to me.

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You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening Sentence.

World Peace seemed a very unrealistic ideal, but what other option was there?

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Two Forks and A Cloth

What are three objects you couldn’t live without?

A fork both big and small

And a cloth to wrap them all.

Sad to say I need so much more

But to list them here would be such a bore.

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Allotment of Life

What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

Well I know the fashion is not to dig, but use layers of cardboard to insulate the soil and encourage the little critters that live in it to thrive while keeping weeds at bay.

But ….I like digging,it’s very therapeutic and experience has taught me that my kind of digging breaks up a clayey soil and with thorough weeding creates that loam that is ideal for starting seeds and growing on plants.

That and my foot action on the fork, it doesn’t take much pressure when you put the fork in at the right angle,so no need to do your back in. I do look out for worms though  and rescue them regularly as they are the powerhouses of my plot.

Digging has taught me a lot.

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Belief

Do you believe in fate/destiny?

Beliefs do sometimes beggar,

Who knows what’s true or not

We must never I think say never,

Or give up when we cannot

Follow a path we don’t understand,

And drop that crystal ball we carry in our hand.

To watch it shatter,our dreams within it held

Our future and senses relinquished and quelled.

For what does the future hold

That my friend is a story yet untold

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I kind of miss ….

Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.

I do kind of miss when I was ten and my mum,my dad and my three brothers and sister all lived at home.

That was when everyone was beginning to go their separate ways.Until then,we were a functioning unit.

I suppose I knew it was ending and in truth never wanted to have to say goodbye…but I suppose I did…the child in me still feels the warmth of family life.

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