Straight up, I level with you.

The days pass so quickly, can you believe it is already three days since we communicated. And in that time lots of things have happened, in just the same way that no things have occurred.

The new words are coming on apiece, largely thanks to reading Georges Perec who talks of his bedroom being like a Proustian madeleine, while Roland Barthes gives me Sadean erotics, though to be honest, erotics was pretty close to my existing knowing.

The new fence and the new flagstones are also being installed at quite a rate of knots. It sure is good to see competent tradesmen at work, sometimes we do drop lucky, and this definitely is one of those occasions.

Next, it might be the sauna and the hot tub (in my dreams). These being alternatives to renewing my membership at Kenwick Spa who seem not too interested in responding to my emails.

A bit of an effort will be put into getting this journal into a more regular rhythm but without resorting to too much poetry, though here is an extract of one from between now and then:

At Last To Explore The Love Of Simply Talking

... Well
Not everything is
As everything was meant to be

Yesterday was a good day, a rich day
A bicycle ride, and a conversation
A visit to the reclamation yard, and a conversation

A sauna at the health club, and a conversation
And in and amongst all of that
I wrote a few words, made a few poems

And you were there with me, for some of the time
You were there in the spaces between the conversations
In the traces along the wandering lines

You were there
When I no longer had to race
From one place to another

It could not be anything other than an adventure
I couldn't face up to staying in the same place
Yet I bring nothing with me