Sorry for the long gap, been terribly busy. Every diary in the house has been redundant for the last month
or so. The most vital tool for a busy schedule lays neglected. I've got to stop writing things on scraps of
paper. Very slovenly.
Hurray! Despite the warm weather, it's looking like Autumn. I love to see the conkers fall from the trees.
I scoop up pocketfuls to take home to the children:
"Oh, Mummy, you're so weird!", is the response.
I have to remember they're not 6 and 8 anymore. They are adults going out into the world.
I have a poetry reading on the 1st October at the Adelaide pub in Teddington. So, rehearsals are
underway. Once, I can get rid of:
then I can let rip.
I'm also trying to write some more, but with one eye on the clock, it's not an ideal situation.
Anyway, meeting me mate very soon. Will type some more at the weekend.