An odd day…

  • Today I mainly stayed in bed and read. I haven’t read for pleasure for a while. It was relaxing and enjoyable.
  • Yesterday, someone got to my blog using Amazon. Today I’ve had two notifications that there have been two attempts to log into my Amazon account from unknown devices. I have my suspicions. I haven’t used Amazon since a former neighbour messed with it.

Someone has plastered my twitter profile on Medium, even though I no longer write there, I know who that is. A cowardly man who uses people for profit.

I did nothing in the garden today, but did buy some things to secure tomato plants to stakes, and will be good for young climbers too.

All in all, a satisfactory day.

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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