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Happy New Year, I’m breathless…

It is bitterly cold here. On New Year’s morning it was -5C. That is very cold for where I live. It is common to get -1, but -5 is unusual now.

It is beautiful though, with the hoare frost on leaves, twigs and branches. On grass, it almost looks like snow. The harbour is absolutely still.

I have been getting breathless after walking around. It bothers me a lot, but I just keep going. I really don’t want to be unwell again.

Nothing exciting is happening as we are now in a lockdown. The local hospital is low on blood so I put a request for donations out.

I now will only be able to see people in my ‘bubble’ as we call it. My daughter can visit as Oxford is in the same restriction as here.

Stay safe.

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 madswirl.com and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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