Here’s one of the poems I did last night:

Flood

The rain is rushing down

the road a river

the grasses wave and drown

the Ford E driver

the four-wheel drive turns up

a turtle floating

striving to catch up

the lorry boating

reflected overhead

the jet flying

angel of our dread

in transport

dying.

The tea is rather too strong this morning (my fault, not Mark’s) but I can’t be bothered to go and fetch the milk.  Mark is still asleep as it’s now TEN TO SIX!!!!  I woke at four thirty and felt very awake so I decided just to go with it.

There is a poetry thing tonight but I may stay in.  There are two more things on this month which I do intend to go to, and you can have too much of a good thing.  My head is feeling fine which doesn’t say much for the rather overpriced and only just drinkable bottled Tiger which is all the Y has to offer in the way of beer.  I won’t even tell you what they had on tap.

So – it looks like being another early day.  I expect I’ll have an early day motion soon (lol).  You know, when it started I utterly deplored all this lolling that people do; I went to great lengths to avoid it, writing such comments as ‘that’s really amusing’ or ‘a totally comical anecdote’ – and quickly realised that, ugly though it is, lolling has its uses.  So I am now a fully-paid-up lollard.

Can’t remember who the original lollards were.  Some kind of religious movement I expect.  Hang on…  Yes, political and religious, apparently, dating from the 14th century.  It seems to have been some kind of rebellion against the Catholic church.  And then there were the dullards – who were they?  Oh, right, just a bunch of idiots.  And don’t get me started on the bollards…

Did some research on Google Earth, looking at our area with Daniel as an alternative to going for a walk as it was raining.  Yes, raining!  It actually rained yesterday!  Not persistently but vigorously.  Which brings me to Mr Pepper.

And who was Mr Pepper? I hear you cry.  Well, Mr Pepper was a very annoying bloke who ran a wholefood shop in Clarendon Park which is now – oh, god, what’s it called?  Mark used to work there and I can’t remember the name of it.  Anyway, one morning Andy came back having got his lunch from Mr Pepper and said that as it was raining Mr Pepper had made a little joke.  ’It’s persisting it down,’ he was heard to say.  Andy obligingly smiled.  ’It’s persisting it down,’ Mr Pepper said again.  Andy smiled again, a little more thinly.  Mr Pepper wrapped his sausage roll (veggie) and handed it to him.  ’It’s persisting it down,’ he said again.  Andy’s smile took on a fixed quality and he exited the shop to one more cry of ‘It’s persisting it down’.  ’Well, he certainly persisted with that joke,’ I said.

I think it was Andy who once took a sausage roll back there as it was mouldy in the middle – the guy cut the mould out and gave it back to him.  No wonder he was taken over by Jill.  Green and Pleasant!  That’s what it’s called now.  And a very good shop it is too – not a mouldy sausage roll in sight.

OK that’s quite enough mould and rather too much in the way of movements.

Kirk out.

Ratae!  Get your arse in gear!