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	<description>In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London</description>
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		By: Christine		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Christine]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2024 12:07:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[What a splendid character! Would have loved to spend an afternoon with her x]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a splendid character! Would have loved to spend an afternoon with her x</p>
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		By: Robin		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2024 11:36:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[What a beautiful story, sad but also loving. I had a similar friend, Bart, whom we called our &#039;cafe philosopher&#039;. He lived a similar life, spending all his time in one particular cafe, profoundly affecting everyone who met him. Such a brilliant man, but couldn&#039;t hold a steady job. So he relied on &#039;the kindness of strangers&#039; as the saying goes. But no one ever remained a stranger for long with Bart. We all fell in love with him. Just like Rose.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a beautiful story, sad but also loving. I had a similar friend, Bart, whom we called our &#8216;cafe philosopher&#8217;. He lived a similar life, spending all his time in one particular cafe, profoundly affecting everyone who met him. Such a brilliant man, but couldn&#8217;t hold a steady job. So he relied on &#8216;the kindness of strangers&#8217; as the saying goes. But no one ever remained a stranger for long with Bart. We all fell in love with him. Just like Rose.</p>
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		By: MS		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2024 09:01:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Loved reading about one of your regular customers - Rose who you adopted. 

We had an old neighbour who was known as Old Rose who was a regular drinker in the old Queen Vic Pub nearby. She never had to buy her Guinness and never wanted for a cigarette but was well looked after by the owners/customers alike. She was a widow formerly a Policeman’s wife lived a Spartan existence no Tv or radio or even a fridge but left a very healthy bank balance. The local newsagents used to help her by taking her to the bank and bringing her home. She never had any kids and was a formidable character and kept herself to herself.  She’s long gone now to that barroom in the sky but in Phil’s pics your Rose looked very similar in appearance to our Old Rose.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Loved reading about one of your regular customers &#8211; Rose who you adopted. </p>
<p>We had an old neighbour who was known as Old Rose who was a regular drinker in the old Queen Vic Pub nearby. She never had to buy her Guinness and never wanted for a cigarette but was well looked after by the owners/customers alike. She was a widow formerly a Policeman’s wife lived a Spartan existence no Tv or radio or even a fridge but left a very healthy bank balance. The local newsagents used to help her by taking her to the bank and bringing her home. She never had any kids and was a formidable character and kept herself to herself.  She’s long gone now to that barroom in the sky but in Phil’s pics your Rose looked very similar in appearance to our Old Rose.</p>
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		By: achim		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2024 07:23:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A beautiful story from Rose. Yes, I can well imagine that this woman, as ‘insignificant’ as she may have seemed, was a remarkable person. She knew how to live her life in a pleasant way. Very few people manage to do that.

Love &#038; Peace
ACHIM]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A beautiful story from Rose. Yes, I can well imagine that this woman, as ‘insignificant’ as she may have seemed, was a remarkable person. She knew how to live her life in a pleasant way. Very few people manage to do that.</p>
<p>Love &amp; Peace<br />
ACHIM</p>
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