Not feeling so great…

I’m just watching a RNLI boat going out to rescue another person(s) that are probably taking risks. That’s all it’s been since lockdown ended.

I’ve had headaches for several days now. It seems I am to blame for things I was unaware of during a chaotic zoom meeting. How odd. It’s funny how people one considers a friend can start making accusations which are totally false when there were 12 of us present and they left for ten minutes.

I do thank God that I have friends who are true no matter what they hear said about me.

Last night I made frittata for dinner except I forgot the sweet potato. It was ham, cheese, tomatoes, mushrooms, eggs and yoghurt with spices and kosher salt. It was warming and tasted good and there’s enough for lunch.

My ankle hurts though, as a result of making it. My daughter often doesn’t finish work until after seven.

I need to finish painting the gates. Only a tiny bit to do. I just don’t like how weary I feel afterward. At least it is cool. I think summer may be over. Now that there is another forest fire.

I’m grateful for good sleep. What a difference it makes.

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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