Day 130
When I started this, I didn’t realise how difficult it would be to write each day, and to hope it wouldn’t become boring or banal. Maybe it is both already…. Continue Reading
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Day 129
Day job has had to be priority since I got up, so am a bit late with this for a week day. So, in haste… M and I went to… Continue Reading
Day 128
GT has given me his memory of the Avignon episode, so the reconstruction now runs something like this: I started writing the poem after seeing her, got three verses done,… Continue Reading
Day 127
So I found the poem to the unknown woman in Avignon. It was August 1987. Memory is not an exact time until you find the evidence. A bit like emotions…. Continue Reading
Day 126
It’s a year to the date that we moved from Stradbroke (the old village as I now call it) to Norwich. And, for some reason, I am running late this… Continue Reading
Day 125
I’ve started this any number of times. In my head. On the screen. Nothing feels right, and the weight of the words has been all wrong. It’s taken me 30… Continue Reading
Day 124
It feels like I’m running late this morning. But I’m not. I was at my desk at 06:50 putting together more documents and uploading them for the annual audit in… Continue Reading
Day 123
The mystery of the coffee machine is solved. Each pod has a bar code on it, and the machine has a bar code reader right where you put the pods… Continue Reading
Day 122
M drinks a massive mug of Americano with a bit of warm milk each morning (and two at the weekend). Now I’ve started drinking coffee again, I’m drinking it the… Continue Reading
Day 121
Good things do happen. When I was doing my radio show on Friday, K, one of the other presenters on Radio Stradbroke (and whom I’m listening to as I write),… Continue Reading