I am not a criminal.
I am ducking my responsibility Before it comes To telling my grandchildren (For I shall have none) That I am the one who did these things;
I am ducking my responsibility Before it comes To telling my grandchildren (For I shall have none) That I am the one who did these things;
I thought it might be kind of fun to have an interview with Hasty, to share our poetry journal, and to let you get to know us both a bit better. Our friendship seems to be a little bit legendary amongst those who know us, and it was the basis for the poem of love…
My dearly beloved BlogWife calls me a ‘dog person’. Not that I like dogs particularly, but that there are behaviours of mine which put me firmly in the category of ‘more like a dog than a cat’ (which is how she classifies people (sometimes)). I seem to remember discussions on this point involving things like…
72% of the UK have had their say. Card in hand, they flocked to polling stations in unprecedented numbers, to exercise their right (and responsibility) to vote. They battled (some of them) through thunderous, flooding, torrents in order to make their opinion known, and speculation was rife as to which side would win.
It hasn’t been a cheerful week I haven’t been cheerful this week. In spite of many and varied efforts by a number of wonderful people, my low mood (explainable, understandable, still unmanageable) has persisted and I have lacked even the energy to call it an ‘ordeal’* and take notes, thereby redeeming it a little. So…
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Except you’re not, cos you’re here with me in the smoky dark, At this uncharted turn, and what comes next, we can never know All of the things I thought I knew, were never so Very complicated as this, which maybe goes to show This fiery life…
Understandably, the first week back after a debilitating illness like shingles was never going to go all that smoothly, but I had absolutely no idea the troughs and peaks which awaited me this week. And thank goodness, too – I sometimes think that if we had access to a functioning crystal ball, we’d none of…
Been staring at this for about an hour, in between zapping through tabs of other things because I’m tired and can’t focus. I can’t write right, right? So I’m gonna shorthand this, because it’s STILL a TToT weekend, even if 1000Speak is happening, and my brain is utterly full of ALL THE THINGS. So full…
Come in, come in – gather yourself and your tambourine around the fire, and please don’t sneeze at the incense I’m burning – it all adds to the atmosphere, along with the plinky-plunky music, because, you see, I’ve turned into a hippie. Apparently! It’s been quite the revelation. Of course, it was largely Vince’s fault…
I’m gonna do it, for the distraction if nothing else. The week has still been a week, and good things happened in spite of the really awful. So there’s that. I mostly just still feel…numbish. But there have been times when I’ve laughed, and some were even caught on camera. Another rollercoaster week here inside…