Falling into shape

A somewhat miraculous morning's writing, three poems that I had not been able to finalise for literally years, fell nicely into shape. It is like suddenly finding yourself with a completed Rubrik's cube. Felt elated for at least an hour afterwards, although it is not a victory that means much to others at the moment.

Into town, and I took the specs that had exploded off my face in the tube the other day back to Specsavers, and they repaired them. Then I bought a pair of gym shoes, and got more CO2 for our soda stream machine, which as I am addicted to sparkling water, saves a loads of plastic.