Quiz chiz
Working on various poems this morning, and writing something on the Telltale site. Then off to answer a Papal summons in The Bath Arms, for lunch (sausage and mash for me, and a bleeding steak for Catherine) and wide-ranging discussions with Catherine, including the recent uncovering of a Dickens rejection letter to Mrs Florence Marryat. A writer Catherine knows an enormous amount about. See Catherine's blog on the subject here. Also received advice about going backwards on the cross trainer. Catherine amusingly went to extremes on the gym last year and doing an astonishing seven day a week routine, which even her personal trainer told her was too much. The wiry fit Pope clad in black lycra was what led to Tanya dubbing her Spiderpope, which still makes me laugh every time I think of it.
From here back home, where I had a judicious snooze and started work on a new poem. This in response to a request to write a response to Willie the Shake's Sonnet 19, for an anthology. I have ten days before the deadline.
Lorraine home from school, but only to have a cup of tea and collect me to return for the school's PTA quiz night, a highlight of village life. A bit of a chiz, as Nigel Molesworth might say as L and I found ourselves in a team half the size of the others, with two charming parents who did not live in the village. The first rounds relied entirely on village knowledge, so we were on a hiding to nothing right from the start. Luckily there was beer and the cheery banter of the two quizmasters for diversion.
Lorraine had to lock up the school afterwards so we were late home.
Below Nigel Molesworth with his Chiz face.
From here back home, where I had a judicious snooze and started work on a new poem. This in response to a request to write a response to Willie the Shake's Sonnet 19, for an anthology. I have ten days before the deadline.
Lorraine home from school, but only to have a cup of tea and collect me to return for the school's PTA quiz night, a highlight of village life. A bit of a chiz, as Nigel Molesworth might say as L and I found ourselves in a team half the size of the others, with two charming parents who did not live in the village. The first rounds relied entirely on village knowledge, so we were on a hiding to nothing right from the start. Luckily there was beer and the cheery banter of the two quizmasters for diversion.
Lorraine had to lock up the school afterwards so we were late home.
Below Nigel Molesworth with his Chiz face.
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