J. S. Goldsack
We talk via text
When apart
Each hard at work
But, taking a moment to touch
Across the miles.
.
We think via empathy
And the pathway spanning my mind is a well worn route
From your crossings and recrossings;
You know the way.
But, sometimes, when apart, we wobble
Because, sometimes, we are human jellies
And it is what we do.
.
Here, I say, never fear,
We shall be back in arms
Again
Soon, my dear.
Graeme Sandford 
Jane Goldsack – that’s me! Xxxxx
100% correct – G;) x
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ready with the WD40..good thinking Jane
Now I really have to wonder where Jane is and how the WD40 will be employed…so versatile it could be anything ..
Squeaky chair and door! 🙂
Wet points in the distributor cap.
I was in my office – looking a little shell-shocked and nervy because I had an interview at 3 (same company, better job).
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Is that a current interview for Jane?
Yes, Jane is a media guru! She can cut mustard, too! G:)
I recall an magazine advertisement for a company who sold linoleum. They had a picture of a broken jar of mustard resting in pieces on their linoleum. All the caption read on a full page add was, “The type of linoleum that you can poupon, for years to come”. I am sure that Jane is able to cut the mustard with the finest of finest in her industry. Thanks Graeme! :o)