I am at another low ebb as I write this on Thursday late in the afternoon. E is out doing the weekly shop and I have just finished cleaning my dishes after having a very late lunch of poached fish and fried tomatoes. 784 more words
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I’m beginning to properly understand how the world works, but this is a lifetime’s work and the thesis will have to be posthumous.
This month I’ve had the pleasure of reading at the Battersea Literature Festival, and in a small room in The Lamb, with four poets who made the evening one of my favourite events to date. 295 more words