Tuesday and after a reasonable night’s sleep I wake up and take my vitals before getting up and having breakfast. There is time to trim my beard before m partner goes off to meet a friend for lunch. I set about finishing the mending I undertook on a broken holiday reminder we brought back from Greece. It took a while to grind off the excess glue that had leached through the material from back to front and taken up the print from the paper it was on. An unexpected outcome to my efforts to mend the plaque of faces. It takes a long time to slowly grind off the excess glue using my etching machine fitted with a small grind stone. Eventually I get it finished and replace it back on its spot at the head of the stairs.

Just as I finished and clear away my eagerly awaited parcel from Some Like it Holy arrives. I open the box and like what I see, but will it fit me. I am desperate for something other than jeans to wear and tonight I am going out so I hope the clothes fit me. I get them unpacked and start trying them on. The trousers need a minor adjustment and the braces attached, yes braces, they are replica vintage 1930’s Oxford bags, likewise the double breasted matching waist coat needs a small adjustment to the back strap, but once all this is done I pop them on. They fit and I am very happy. I take a photo, obviously tonight I shall wear a shirt with them and a pair of baroque shoes.

With all the clothing adjustments made I return to a late lunch and the start of drafting the days blog. The late afternoon is almost upon me when my partner returns. I prepare to hand over some copies of my book to my publishers who are going to an event this weekend and want some to take with them. It will then be a drift towards an evening in Loughborough to see Fascinating Aida, one of my favourite acts. So I am hoping to have an evening of joy without having wine spilt on me or some weirdo woman picking on one of my family, or me. It is my relaxation day before I start two days of having my nails done and two scans. The end of the week is going to be all go and heavy on energy spoons. Before I stop drafting a poem comes to me:

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I look up,
there is blue sky,
a few clouds,
and I am shocked.
It is as if I had forgotten,
the vastness,
that quality of light.
All I had to do was
look up.
I know that this is 
what I want
my poetry 
to feel like.
The gap between 
sky and words
insurmountable,
between me and 
your soul
impossible. 

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