After a terror
attack I almost gave up were it not for the Oxfam shop.I had had several warnings with broken windows and
stones and therest left me cold and angry. My personal effects were destroyedby yet another major
attack and so I was recovering slowly andfound a few pieces of furniture at the local Oxfam shop. I stilladmire the facility and ability of the Oxfam shop to sell back tome what I lost in this attack.Fortunately the story had a happy ending and all my bits andpieces were dutifully replaced some from the Oxfam shop and todaynot least so is my diary ... which had become very soggy as a result ofbad
weather in Ireland and here.The Oxfam shop again provided a venue for my reading and my poetrypublished in America by Publishamerica was well received and I read first time ever at Oxfam Shop Winchester my poetry from collection/Rock Me ... great stuff at the Oxfam Shop ... keep on blogging...