Sunday and I get up early after a disturbed night. I shower and make coffee. On the patio I sip coffee and endeavour to write poems for a competition that closes soon. The theme that is set is Nature. I toil over three options. The experience of trying to write poetry to order is frustrating, not to mention hard work and in no way feels natural. In the end I stop the effort and dash off my frustration.
NATURE Fuck you nature You gave me cancer And now you want poems. Fuck you.
Just as I pen my lines of frustration I get a call from a friend and we are able to chat at length to catch up with how we are and what lays before us in the immediate future. Its been a while since we were able to chat so it was a good call at just the right time. I put away my poetry papers and make some toast. My partner and I accompanied by our eldest daughter venture out to see more of the village scarecrow festival. We spend a couple of hours wandering the village collecting pictures of the offerings. Below are a few of my favourites from the venture.
After a quick lunch at the church hall, very village, we continue on our viewing way. After a while I can take no more, I’ve run out of energy and feel uncomfortable. Back home I change and find I have blood in my urine again. I hydrate a lot and settle down to read The Moomins and the Great Flood, the very first Moomin book. So now I have read the original nine books by Tove Jansson. Time to move on to something new. I check the garden camera to see if the hedgehog has been around. I am concerned as on the last two days none of the food I have put out has been eaten. There are pictures of the hedgehog up until three days ago. It reinforces my concern, so I put the camera back and check the hog house and to my relief find the food has gone. I replenish the meat dish and the water. Tomorrow I will check the camera again. The evening has a meal in it and a new detective series before the football during which I draft the blog. Tomorrow is a bank holiday, perhaps I will get a lay in.
