Something has happened but I’m not allowed to say what. All right, I can tell you I’ve had a poem accepted for publication but I’m not supposed to tell you where. All I can say is that it’s a national magazine and that it will be published in March. It’s a comic poem which I think I mentioned a while back, based on one of Hilaire Belloc’s cautionary tales. I thought they might go for it – and they did!
So that was a bit of news which brightened an otherwise bad start to the day: the computer got screwed up and then I couldn’t get Daniel’s laptop to work with my documents so in the end I went out and booked a computer at the library, using the intervening time to get outside a really HOT pot of tea at the lovely Tiny Bakery, where I also picked up the latest gen on the proposed residents’ parking scheme. I’ve yet to hear anyone who wants it and I can’t say it’s been a hit in the West End either.
And so back to the laptop-face where I eventually churned out some words.
And that was Monday.
Kirk out
Sarada Gray 