A weird day…

My gardening friend dropped in today. I knew she was coming but was totally unprepared when the door was knocked. She lets herself in, but Martin was home, unusually, and he welcomed her.

I have been cold today again. Tomorrow is meant to be 18 C. If it is, I will go around the harbour.

The cannabis disappeared after I ate some twice. If it fell, or Martin took it I have no idea.

I am desperately trying to reduce my use of electricity. My last bill was horrendous, and I am a low user. Of course, Martin adds to the usage. It is hard to gauge the difference.

My cousin phoned and was horrified at how my surgery treated me. At least I won my complaint.

My editing suite is looking horrified at the tone here. It’s not my tone though but certain words trigger it.

I’m grateful for my garden and my friends. I find joy in my plants, and the birds.

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.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.