So, politics here is not good news (is it ever?). We will be cut, cut and cut again and in many quarters there is that unavoidable sense of doom I remember so well from the last time (ah, the Tories...high priests and priestesses of the religion Do-as-we-say-not-as-we-do...).
This isn't a political post though...as much as anything because I'm still in holiday-mode. Here is another photo from our London trip (from the Natural History Museum). Other photos are here and here.
As for the Poetry Bus, this week it is driven by Argent and has the subject 'meetings' (task is here). My poem ticket is below and although it's written in the first person it's really not much about me at all (just in case you were wondering). I'm just a bit of a first person voice kind of a writer I guess... sometimes it's plain old me but sometimes it absolutely is not!
This is the meeting where I will ask you all those questions
Where I will see your face again after so much time
And it will be a hard sea of answers
This is the time that I thought might never come
One more chance to hold you
And I don't even mind if your heart's not in it
This is the place we all try to imagine
Last-chance saloon, grabbed set of moments
And it is hard to be here but here we are all the same
Fiction at the Friary
4 hours ago