Page puzzling

A day mostly to my own devices, as Lorraine off to her personal trainer, an afternoon of chat with Helen, and then to the pottery studio in Eastbourne.  

I spent the day working on my poetry collection -- working title Did This Happen? -- which is the complete poems about memory and its reliability and so on. Filled a gap this morning where a poem was wanted, by working up an fragment which seemed to fit. Printed the full MS out, with this new poem in it, and realised I'm not happy still with the order of the last few poems. Much exasperated head scratching, and puzzling. Eventually I went to the gym instead for a decent work out. 

Also I began editing the podcast interview with Will Harris, which is in better shape than I had imagined. 

A chat with Mum, she seems not to have been paid her US pension this month as usual. I am not seeing her tomorrow, but said I will be up on Monday to help her sort it out.

Tired by the end of the day, physically and mentally.

Below... Puzzling pages.