Building? Will You Never Learn!
The day started well enough, the IKEA ALEFJÄLL chair went together reasonably easily, with little or no assistance! But then the first problem of the day became seriously apparent.
For whatever reason, the website work which I had been working on for the last three days wasn't accessible. I'm sure it's all down to my not feeling great after the vaccination.
But just as things were looking up it was time to be sunk once again, this time by choosing to watch Sheffield Wednesday struggle against fellow strugglers Birmingham City.
By the end of ninety minutes, and with my favourite player having been sent off for two, what back in the day when I played, would have been called quite ordinary tackles.
No amount of meditation can calm me from the frustration that football brings; why do I bother do you ask? Well, it goes right back, to my grandparent's photograph.
We all have our roots, and our heritage don't we, and mine are secured in the professionally taken image which no way could my family afford.
I think the strip, and the ball, and the boots were borrowed.
In Every Place We Make Our Own Space
I don’t remember the bedrooms
Or the stairs
At Ten Brick Row
I am able to recall even less
From Whiteley Terrace
Not even the front door
So it was The Crown, at Birdsedge
Where clarity began
A snooker table, a football field
Back though into a vacuum
At the White Door
Room dividing curtains perhaps
Rotcher is clearer now than then
It was a King Crimson party
In a 1930’s semi-detached
Sadly not to last
On to two houses
A family half in half
Then an upside-down arrangement
A bedroom with a door
Onto a lane going nowhere particularly
Then finally, in this phase of life
A council house, with a window
Up above the front door
Which somehow when
Probably pretty well inebriated
I would climb in through
