annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sonnetry Late again so quick again. I got stuck on the sofa in a horizontal position and there was no shifting me till the dog started barking something chronic out the back. Next door has a cat who loves winding Shirley up. During the day he likes to walk along the top of the fence between our gardens, slowly, slowly till she is beside herself with excitement, then he jumps down and out of sight. At night when she's shut indoors he sits outside the glass door cleaning himself, in full sight, mere inches away from my poor little dog. Luckily his owner knows he does this and that that's why Shirley is barking - she's the only person round here who talks to me and if it pisses anyone else off I don't give a fuck, frankly. But I can't take much myself so in the end I have to get up. Sigh. There's nothing really new to report - I managed to walk two miles today for the first time since I last fell over, so that was pleasing. I hope to get back to proper walking soon but am determined to not overdo it. Today was the last Wednesday writing group for a couple of weeks, boo. We started off writing about Easter in any way we liked, then had a bash at making it into a sonnet, then were invited to write about resurrecting who or whatever we liked. Mine ended up as another sonnet - not literature, but a ten minute sonnet, drifted a bit towards the end but included here by way of a change: I'd bring back Dylan circa '75 Three Good Things: Laters, peeps xxx 12:16 a.m. - 01.04.21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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