All in a day's work.
A neat morning meditation, with writing. A good morning of poetry. A trip to the tip. Now the blog. What a life, and a friend struggling with sciatica, which I wouldn't wish upon anyone. Tomorrow it is football, and even with a new manager, it's just not possible to think too positively about the outcome, especially as their centre forward used to play for us, and they always score against their old clubs, don't they. Afternoon tiredness is creeping in. I have taken to having a nap, especially after I read that sleep is good for the brain. Yes I know its not good to be overweight, which sleep might not help, but hey ho. The cottage is booked for the fishing trip with my eldest son. On the cusp of September and October so we got a good discount for limited occupancy. It is a long trip, but at least my sons will be able to meet up. Here is a family poem, but more related to Southern Ireland than Cornwall: Family Familiar They’ve travelled from far off states, to sample seas w...