I rose late and sat down at 9.00. By 10.37 I had done nothing but read a few blogs and do a few comments, including answering the ones people had made to me. And I mean a few, I only read about five blogs on a regular basis. One featured an excellent poem and i was able to feast my eyes on photographs of Scotland and the New Forest. By 11.06 I had written about 150 words, none of them interesting, and most of them had been in one four minute burst. At that point I decided to cut them and start again. So here I am. I have made lunch, watched an episode of Hetty Wainthropp Investigates and written the first paragraph. It is base in the area round Clitheroe and one of the episodes is shot in Slaidburn., which has featured in these pages before. It’s a good excuse to reuse some photos.
I spent some of the morning thinking about Roger McGeough’s poem The Way Things Are. Particularly these lines
No, old people do not walk slowly
because they have plenty of time.
I was once in a magazine with Roger McGough. I was quite excited by that, though I’m not sure he was equally as excited at the thought of appearing in a poetry magazine with me.
When I first wrote the title i was quite pleased with it, now I’m finding myself quite irritated. A slow start featuring most of the morning is one thing, but a slow start that has involved all the day until half past three in the afternoon is quite another. I’m moving slowly to a conclusion, but in a 100 words forward, then delete 80 of them, sort of way.
Julia is back now. It must have been a slow day at the tea room too. My day is going to slow down a little more now. She just told me that everyone wanted to get off quickly because they wanted go home and watch the snooker. Some pensioners, it seems, can move quite quickly when they want to do something.












