Time for some speed writing. It’s quiz night on TV and there are only 14 minutes until Mastermind begins. I’m going to have to be quick to do 250 words in 14 minutes, quicker still if I want to get the links done.
Has your world got smaller since Covid? Mine has. We hardly go anywhere. I feel older, more vulnerable and less inclined to mingle. So we don’t go out. Our shopping is ordered on the inherent. We even get takeaways delivered. As a result I have very little to write poetry about. I know staying in didn’t do Emily Dickinson any harm, but I don’t want to be Emily Dickinson.
It’s not just psychological, there are good health reasons for staying in. I take ten pills a week and give myself an injection once a fortnight to supress my immune system. It pays to stay in, particularly when there’s Covid about. Of course, when your wife picks it up at work and brings it home, all plans grind to a halt.
However, when you look at the blog, it has also shrunk in scope. I used to talk about all sorts of thing, but now there’s some moaning, some poetry and, once in a while, some soup. It’s definitely much reduced from the days of compost, bread and guinea fowl.
I watched a magpie yesterday. It was trying to find water in the gutters. I couldn’t be bothered to photograph it or blog about it. It really was quite acrobatic and deserved better coverage. This is what has happened to me.
Ah well – 260 words and two minutes to spare.





