I have another chest infection. I think I didn’t ever recover from the last one. Now I am on antibiotics and steroids. I have felt nervous about this recent illness as I feel it shouldn’t be happening. I should be well after the last steroids.
My landlord is now being difficult about the addition of the cloakroom and wants me to go find some one bedroom flat somewhere so I will die quietly without being on their conscience.
I won’t do that. The view here is what keeps me going. I am not a puppet to do their bidding after they have broken so many laws about housing.
I have a poem accepted for publication, another has been submitted for publication and I have lost a poem that I needed to finish. This is a blow.
I am looking at the harbour, the view that sustains me. It is my church, my place to worship God and give thanks.