The Herald - Issue 359

The Herald - Issue 359

v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 23RD AUGUST v 2nd August 2018 • The HERALD • Page 73 PART TIME SCHOOL RUN DRIVERS REQUIRED School run drivers required to work for a friendly family run business located in the Totton area. Drivers must be flexible & reliable with a clean driving licence. A New Forest Private Hire licence would be an advantage. A Car and fuelcard will be supplied to the successful applicant This position would ideally suit a retired/semi retired person. Hours will be between 15-20 hours per week with good rates of pay. Please contact Paul or Ross on 023 8086 2040 between 9.30am-4.30pm or email drivers@tccsouthampton.co.uk HERALD RECRUITMENT Poets Corner CARER/COMPANION Mature Female Carer for elderly lady in the Totton area. Various flexible hours If you are dependable with a caring approach Please call for an informal chat 07787 806249 My bikini’s got a moth hole, Whatever shall I do? The problem here is plain to see, In fact in public view. Exposure of my naughty bits Should never, ever be; Perhaps for those with bare-faced cheek Or else celebrity. I’m no good with a needle. Repair would draw attention. My darning would be open-weave And quite out of the question. I can’t afford another one Perhaps a patch will do. I’d have to match the fabric With its strange unusual hue. Considering that option Was completely idiotic. To think that I could sew it up Has left me quite psychotic. I’d really like to put to death That inconsiderate moth. Why did it have to come in here And munch my precious cloth? Summer Quandary by Warwick Smith My name is Mother Nature and at times I get quite miffed. I take my basket full of seeds allowing then to drift Through gardens, across fields, in the most unlikely places, In my inimitable way, never leaving traces. My seeds put down roots, interlacing deep under ground Ensuring the variety of all my plants abound! I sit back, watch with glee at the beauty I have sown. With rain and sunshine, at how strong and quick they’ve grown. Colours, varieties, diverse as they come, grasses and reeds. But, you know I get quite upset, when they call them all weeds! Those “gardeners” hack them and hoe, strim and mow, to kill Make deadly potions, buy sprays and gadgets, all at will. Each year I watch their strange innovations, and grin I know they won’t work, as hard as they try, they’ll not win! For one thing is certain, as Mother Nature is near They will be back in abundance again next year! MOTHER NATURE by Dororthy Lockyer Send your Poems into The Editor by emailing: editor@herald-publishing.co.uk

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