AS GOOD AS IT GETS AGAIN DAYS 147 & 148

AGAIN

Monday and its the start of the heatwave. Its hot, very hot even at 8:30 in the morning as I walk down to my GP to get my 28 day jab. As usual its an unpleasant experience and I walk away with a lump in my gut that is going to get sore over the net two or three days. I go home, have toast and then adopt a Vampire life style. I live behind closed curtains and take a call from a friend who is at Halfords having roof rails attached to her car. We chat about surviving the heat and how much we can manage in it, along with what has to be done. Holiday preparations are going on and occupy us both. After the call I hunker down and watch TV, athletics, The Magicians and Lucifer. I drink water, eat lightly and towel myself down. This is how my day is spent in total until almost midnight when I venture out to feed the hedge hog and set the dishwasher going.

I did do one thing which fed me and that was read the latest edition of the Poetry Review and the Foyles Young Poets of the Year Anthology that came with the Review. The young poets were between 12 adn 17 years old and to be honest I found them more interesting than the adult stuff in the Review. This was for a couple of reasons. Firstly I was intrigued by the content warnings on some of the poems and secondly I liked the rawness of some of them. I am taking a risk and including the one that took my eye most, which probably says more about me than the anthology, but it is as it is.

Those who know me will know exactly why this was my favourite.

Tuesday, surprise surprise its very hot very early after a sticky and hot night. I am aware that my jab site from yesterday is sore and makes moving about painful. It will pass and the paracetamol will take the edge off. As I get up I immediately adopt Vampire mode and start my day at a snails pace to include a fried egg sandwich breakfast and a blog drafting catch up session. All I will mange today is feeding the hedgehog, watching the TV and read a bit whilst promising myself to enjoy the thunderstorms tomorrow. In fact I manage to write and post a letter and wash out my ink wells. So roll on tomorrow.

All you can do is wait it out