Everyday life
This morning's hypochondria included googling shin splints first thing, as a sharp shin twinge woke me up. Lorraine has a magical cream that smells of herbs and menthol and stuff, which I rubbed on as soon as I got up, and have felt nothing since. I did a long walk on Saturday wearing just Vans plimsols, and in retrospect this was a poor idea. Otherwise tweaking the new short story, swapped ideas with Robin about podcasts, did work for mes amis in Paris on parasites -- and did other bits and pieces. Beth better, and teaching this afternoon via zoom. She is so full of energy and enthusiasm with those kids, it's quite amazing. The anthology Poetry South East 2020 arrived today.The last one was Poetry South East 2010. It is edited by Jeremy Page, and he did a lovely job. The poems pass the baton one to another without a stumble all the way through. There is one poem per poet, and it is a bit of who's who of poets from this neck of the woods. Happy to be...