Sunday and it an early coffee and chat before getting up for breakfast. I weigh my self as is my Sunday ritual. To my surprise I had lost weight and was down to 97.3 kilos. It is a struggle to keep reducing my weight. I cannot train as hard as I used to and I find it increasingly difficult to refuse sweet treats as my motivation dips more than before. The morning was spent clearing the decks and getting ready to go veg shopping. As usual we drove our local garden centre and bought our weeks supply of fruit and veg and topped up our cold meat supply. For once we actually bought garden requirements in the form of packets of flower seeds. Its time to start sowing this years colours.

Once the mornings shopping is stowed away my partner and I wave our eldest off to Harry Potter World accompanied by the wife of one of my nephews, we then head for the local park to feed the ducks. Today the ducks were just not interested in what we had to offer and we ended up walking the park and looking for any hungry ducks. There were some duck couples in the smaller ponds who finally ate what we had to offer.

Being walked out I drive home and check the garden. Spring is definitely knocking on the door and everywhere I look there are new blooms and buds everywhere. Here is a selection of the gems that are appearing in my garden.

I open up my greenhouse and take out the posts of Echinacea that I have been over wintering. Some of them have started to show new growth, others have either died in the ground or are not ready to grow yet. I decide to bring them out into the garden in their pots and to see if they are going to respond to my perception of spring starting. I refill the bird feeders and top up the squirrel feeder. With these things done I replenish the hedgehog canteen. Tomorrow need to check the garden camera and check to see if I am feeding the hedgehog or next doors cat, or both.

With these jobs out of the way I settle down to watch the women’s England football team beat the Italians, when it came to it I chose this over a rugby match on the laptop. With the end of the game I start the drafting of the blog. It has been a strange day as all day the poetry stanza experience has remained with me. The essence is that I have been left feeling like I felt when I was as school and being dyslexic. It is one of exclusion by dint of not knowing what the rules are or the language of the club. As like the school experience I have the sense that I am being hoodwinked and with hindsight I was. I’m fairly sure that the poetry industry is a continuation of the school illusion. I never joined the education club or the therapy club so I am fairly sure I’m not going to join the poetry club.

My evening will be quiet. The Tesco order will get done, I will finish reading the Anansi Brothers, take my meds and go to bed, but still with the one poem that hooked me at Saturday’s stanza.