Day 46
Yesterday was a difficult and strange day. I started training with a different cricket club. It was like being 18 again, and starting university. Going somewhere I’d never been before… Continue Reading
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Day 45
The sky is yellow. When I was a boy, I had (and it still is somewhere in a box full of memories) what was a pamphlet or chapbook about, without… Continue Reading
Day 44
My, now oldest, sister messages me from Australia that I’m overthinking things, and my younger sister up North (I suddenly realise I’m the problematic middle child now) asked me three… Continue Reading
Day 42
Yesterday was a day of lost ideas again. Words running through my head and veins so constantly they lose their way somewhere. I did write a poem onto paper though,… Continue Reading
Day 41
One ninth through the year already. February into double digits. Don’t look back, don’t look back. Too late. The time is gone already, and warmer days are ahead. Way ahead…. Continue Reading
Day 40
Fragments. I don’t expect this to be coherent. A new adventure today. I have a ticket for tonight’s football match. Ever since A started working at Norwich City, ever since… Continue Reading
Day 37
Today, I will not chide myself about not getting up until after 10am. Today I will not get into that pit of telling myself that I have wasted my day… Continue Reading
Day 36
Three of the six books I’ve read so far this year have been non-fiction, which is probably more non-fiction than I read all last year. And of course I’m ploughing… Continue Reading
Day 35
An hour ago, I started keying a poem directly into this blog. It didn’t work. It can be like that sometimes, with poetry, with prose – you start something, it… Continue Reading
Day 34
I just threw a cough sweet wrapper at the bin. It missed. That’s just about a metaphor for my days. Yesterday, Ren wrote about having ideas and almost immediately forgetting… Continue Reading