What happens through the door, is it for an arrival or a departure? And what has happened to time since my last blog?
The Aldeburgh music festival came round again and was as fabulous as always...even the sun gave a cheer or two along the way. Now I'm trying to get ready for Summer School at Lancaster. I'm editing all the poems I've written during the year; some are redeemable and some are going, or have gone, to be recycled as cardboard boxes, pulp or perhaps incorporated into a designer handbag and sold for a fortune. Sadly not my fortune, but somebody else's.
To get to Lancaster I have to cross London from Fulham to Euston during the Olympic road race which goes slap down the Fulham Road...I am expecting chaos and will have to trundle my books, poems, pc and hopefully some clothes across London, probably on foot.
