Bizarre things happen…

Today I got the most bizarre email. It told me that my neighbours who rent next-door have moved out and that when new people move in, I am to have no contact with them whatsoever.

The couple apparently told Quay Living that my behaviour is the reason they have left. This is an outright lie. I have not ‘behaved’ in any way toward them. It’s their behaviour that got them into trouble.

Whilst I am thrilled that they have gone, I am any angry that this libel has been committed against me. How dare they?

Not much else to report. My hip has been painful. At times my leg won’t bear my weight. I need to meditate.

I have frog spawn in my pond. I hope there will be frogs. I’ve never seen the toad again.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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