The last lap

A few really helpful comments from Rhona in my in basket first thing -- and so got to a day of intensive poem tinkering on the last lap. Followed by me making some ratatouille, for the first time in my life, and salting aubergines and courgettes. Yesterday's estate agent called around with his written valuation, but twice called me 'good man' in a matey way. I hate mateyness. I hate being called mate in shops too. I'm 'sir' to you is what I aways sniffily think. I am a fossil.

Tonight, Lorraine and I ate ratatouille with griddled turkey steaks, a tasty and healthy business.