under another sun

A good start this morning, wrote a new short poem, which for better or worse arrived fully formed. I normally scorn the idea of writing prompts, but I was thumbing through my lemon yellow notebook of bits I sometimes jot down out of books, and was sparked by something I'd copied in there by Roland Barthes. Chatted to Keith for an hour today, talking about business and doing a bit of planning, and a bit of gossip.  Had a chat with Mum today, and will migrate north next week for a day to see her. Then I mooched off to the gym, clambered onto the cross trainer for the third time this week, but soon felt rather bushed and cut the session a bit short. In fact I suddenly realised I was feeling rather tired. Walked back across Preston Park, I was thumbing my phone for the next podcast but then women began screaming and shouting made me look up to see chaotic scenes involving four women and as many dogs. One woman's dog had seized a smaller one and was savaging it. As I made my way tow...

To work this morning, writing well I think. Beth dropped in for a cup of coffee with me this morning, Anton called.  In the afternoon I went for a walk and threading through the woods, a boxer type dog ran up to me, and landed heavily with its front paws on my groin. As I doubled over it got my hand in its mouth and I felt its teeth. The owner carried on blithely speaking on her phone, and didn't apologise. I told her angrily to control her dog, but she ignored me. Rude. I began counting dogs and people was I walked, and there were more dogs than people, and they were all off lead. I am neutral about dogs, but it's reasonable surely to expect the owners to exercise some control over them.