Open winged

My full collection is done. I reverted to an earlier title, One Day Forever. Today I read through the thing for the 1000th time, making a few last minute tweaks before printing it. It is a good collection. It is an examination of how memory, with is often unreliable and prone to confabulations, affects and sometimes undermines who we think we are, its tone is serious but there are one or two laughs. It's in five sections: Origin Stories, Gordon Road, The Moth Display, Interlude with Mirrors, and One Day Forever. I wrote a covering letter for it and as the place I first intend to send it demands hard copies, printed everting up. All I need now is a binder. I literally had dozens of these but threw them all out a couple of years ago, in an anti hoarding putsch. The result is in the lap of the gods, but when it comes to the poetry part, I know have done my best.

Lorraine the luxury of a pottery day today. She was working really hard on a pot which she thought not good enough at the end. 

She then drove me off to Eastbourne late this afternoon, to a medical Centre in Denton Road to show a nice doctor called Dr Tourle an ingrowing toenail. She gave me antibiotics and was pleasant and genuinely sympathetic as she said she had them too. My left big toenail which I'd cut back too drastically is growing back through the skin to break free again, and is painful and slightly infected. Very nice doctor.

Driving back to Seaford thinking the landscape looks more like California. Impressively, my antibiotics were ready immediately, and L and I did Morrisons. Lorraine cooking a delicious prawn curry with Kenny farm spinach. 

No football on TV. Watched two tense episodes of Babylon 5 instead.

Below a Red Admiral Butterfly just outside the back door. Love the difference between the camouflage of the closed wing, and the exuberance of the open wings.