Ireland won!…

Ireland won their first match comfortably. I knew they would. By now, you know I like sports. Cricket and rugby in particular, but not in that order. I love athletics, and most any sport except football. I only watch football in company and if it’s a final or something like that. Yes. I know the offside rule.

I’m doing ok, except that I wake up trembling. I don’t know why. It doesn’t bother me much. It goes away. I’m not going to see a doctor about it. It will pass, and if it doesn’t I don’t think I will die.

We are still in lockdown here, and my daughter is in lockdown in Oxford. What a shame that her shining talent has twice been curtailed. If I needed her, she would be able to come, it’s about an hour and 40 minutes away.

Meanwhile, a poem of mine was well received at Exeter. A zoom event. They are sucha great group. And a member of a nearer group complimented me on a poem he had not heard before. This small things mean a lot. I try to compliment other poets whenever I can.

Last week, while I was typing, I saw my daughter dancing in a navy blue cape. I know it was real, and now I have even more questions about being synesthete, having 10% more IQ, and this disease. In fact, I’ve just had an idea.


Six Nations starts tomorrow…

I have so looked forward to the rugby starting. This weekend Ireland is not playing. England will be. They won the Autumn Cup, though they didn’t show up to play until very late, and won the sudden death penalty. To me that isn’t rugby.

So this weekend will be very enjoyable, as otherwise weekends have just been more working days.

I am getting an enui with this lockdown. We can only meet outside, and it’s been cold and wet. We have had some lovely dry days, but mainly quite cold.

Being concerned about the side effects of the chemicals which preserve the vaccine. I discovered for the first time that because I have this disease, my IQ is 10% higher than my peers. How fascinating the brain is.