A trying day…

We change ourselves by choosing the positive

This morning I had to go back to the shop which repaired my laptop by replacing the keyboard. It’s the wrong keyboard. He wouldn’t even look. I cited the Consumer Act 2015 section 3.3. But no. I will go back tomorrow.

There was an incident at the Mall. I happened to be there. A young girl was being kept safe as she had declared herself a missing person. She was swearing and furious. I told her to stop using such foul language and told her she was vulnerable. At least she did calm down.

Much later I went to the shore. The sunset was starting. There was a food festival on the Quay full of people all drinking. Drunk parents were walking small children home while swigging 4 litre bottles of cider. Two drunk men approached me.

Then someone saw a small girl hanging out of a campervan window. To cut a long story short, I called the police. I am trained in safeguarding.

I took a long route home behind the Quay. I could not face the drunk crowds 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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