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 with excellent roast pork. This followed by a spontaneous drive down to the seafront for walk by the sea with Lorraine and her daughter Beth. The sea was lively and beautiful, and lit up by low sunlight. Refreshed and feeling slightly less jaundiced, back to watch the second half of England beating the USA at football. The noble John Terry was made England captain and scored England's first goal. Some repayment for his twist of ill fate last week, and full marks to Capello the new England coach for psychology.
This followed by a short card game called Pig, which involved touching your nose when you had the right cards. I lost unfairly and became the Pig. Humph.
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 with excellent roast pork. This followed by a spontaneous drive down to the seafront for walk by the sea with Lorraine and her daughter Beth. The sea was lively and beautiful, and lit up by low sunlight. Refreshed and feeling slightly less jaundiced, back to watch the second half of England beating the USA at football. The noble John Terry was made England captain and scored England's first goal. Some repayment for his twist of ill fate last week, and full marks to Capello the new England coach for psychology.
This followed by a short card game called Pig, which involved touching your nose when you had the right cards. I lost unfairly and became the Pig. Humph.
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