Pork and pig Up with the sparrows this morning to start work at seven to finish off the emails and websites. Thankfully these were completed by noon. Spoke to First Matie afterwards, who seems to be doing far too many jobs. Afternoon spent fiddling with The Moth Display, and making a few calls and catching up on my emails. Sometimes working on a poem is like playing with a Rubik's cube, you get it to the point of having one square that's the wrong colour but then have to mess it all up again to get it right. Dispiriting to get so near and yet so far. May be writing again about impotence products. Yay! Expecting a brown envelope, stuffed with erection enhancer information for me to peruse and rewrite, any day now. Never a dull moment. Talking to mum on the phone and glancing out of the window saw a girl tearing off roses from my bush, and then legging it. My flowers attract all kinds of reactions. Sloped off to see Lorraine tonight, feeling a tad low in energy. But was revived w...
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