But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I cannot see,
I guess an’ fear!
Who on erth is going to pay for all the cash the government is handing out for fuel tac cuts etc. ? Our children and grandchildren I fear .
Are you irritating in RL? (light hearted)
Bereavement wipes out everything
Voting. I’m so glad we still have the ‘old fashioned’ system…


