Her past was tense, poor Sally McGraw Perched on that fence, neither either nor or, Plucking a flower, he loves me or not Driving her crazy, forget-him-the clot. But Harold McGee’s principle weakness Is plain, you see – a crippling shyness; Harold loves Sally, and that awful defect Will not stop them marrying, their future is perfect.
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
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hmmmm…….marriage didn’t change the frustration of dating, with him being quiet and her always waiting, with them both too late learning, that he could only express his yearning, in writing.
TanGental 
This is beautiful and perfect and really cheered me up today 💜
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excellent…
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Thank you 💜
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Awww. You old softie.
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That’s me
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From past tense to future perfect – very clever
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Ah, very generous… not sure where that idea came from…
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hmmmm…….marriage didn’t change the frustration of dating, with him being quiet and her always waiting, with them both too late learning, that he could only express his yearning, in writing.
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I wonder how many potential relationships died on the altar of crippling shyness?
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