Return of the Kenniad

Up and working on The Big Poem. It seems to be in three sections. The first of these is most complete and is currently clocking in at 90 lines. Reminded of being at University in my first year and embarking on an epic poem, came to be known by me and my university pals, as The Kenniad. Perhaps this new poem should be known as the New Kenniad. 

Then breakfast, and Lorraine went off to do story time, and see Pat and Maureen. Sywia arrived, and got busy. I worked a bit more, then mooched off to the gym a little before noon. 

No gas in the tank today, however, and only managed a bit of trundling on the cross trainer. But I figure a certain amount of trundling is still better than no trundling. Feeling very hungry, so came home via Morrisons where I bought a few bits, including Creepy Crumpets, formed int he shape of ghosts with three dots for a face. After eating lunch, more recording and a general poddy discussion.

In the evening, Lorraine and I went to the Old Boot. Both of us feeling a tad underpowered, but we enjoyed seeing Steve, Patrick and Adele, for a bite to eat and to enjoy some Harvey's Old and shoot the breeze. Steve back from a trip to Leicester to celebrate his Mum's 96th birthday. Adele had been on an art day today, and showed us a notebook of twenty second sketches made on all the stations of her journey home. Patrick's brother Ronan arrived from an afternoon in London just as we were leaving.