Friday and I wake up sleepy like Mole in Wind in the Willows. I must have slept well. I go through my morning ritual, vitals are good, and then get up, I have plan. For once I put on a proper shirt as I might be doing business today. My morning meds get done and then Amazon deliver two books and the post man a letter. The letter is from a friend and is a delight, I read it twice vowing to reply before the end of November. I turn my attention to my books. How to be a Poet, The collected short stories and essays by Dylan Thomas, the other How to be a Poet by Jo Bell and Jane Commane. I go straight to the short essay by Dylan Thomas called How to be a Poet. It is hysterical, I laughed out loud, this man knew how to take the piss, alongside writing amazing poetry. With having had such a laugh I turned to skim through the seriously titled, How to be a Poet. I admit I only dipped at this time but found myself amused by it, but I do not think I was supposed to be. Apparently there things you should not do, like invert word order (and sound like Yoda) or us the word “upon”, seriously its a minefield of up your arsedom.
My partner finishes work for the day and I drive us into town for lunch at the Cosy Club. We both have the Christmas special pie which comes with a donation to charity, so that’s me done for this year! Its a good meal and a chance to sit and chat. Mostly its about family and Christmas. Its a nice treat to have a relaxed meal and be able to take our time. With the bill paid I drive us to the Mazda dealership where we look around and engage a sales person and grill him about all the technology advances over the last ten years. He pushes, we reply by taking notes, and teasing him with a cash sale. We sit in some cars, ask more questions and when my partner has finished, I start adn the whole thing over again with a different car. Eventually we have what we want to know and walk to the dealership next door and do the same thing again with a different make. We are pleasantly surprised by what we find so life is now a bit more complicated. As night falls upon us we drive home.
Once home, it’s into comfy clothes and drafting the blog. I check to see if anyone else has posted a poem for tomorrows Poetry Stanza before I run off hard copies to read from. Thankfully there are no new additions so I prepare my file for tomorrow. Its onwards into the evening and an international rugby match, followed by some more Dylan Thomas, night meds and bed. Its been a good day.
