pretty pot plant

You may be the bees knees. Swan about with all your swoons display them brightly by the moon to disappear will be too soon. You have a head that’s full of ego bright, bearded, flowered fellow can you see I’m dressed in yellow? I should have just worn red that’s the colour of our blood;…

masterpiece 

Every now and then I get this ridiculous notion That I could be some kind of Artistic genius, papering the walls Of our home with my mastery. So I put pen to paper Or brush to canvas Swirling colours of preference Which are always blue (I seem to neglect all other colours on the spectrum)…

walking tower bridge

The roads are empty, a low mist is hanging over the city and the hoarding tourists are still at breakfast. This is the London I love. ​ ​​​​

the tribulations of hiring a car

Francesca. That was the name of the girl who served us at a well known car rental outlet yesterday and she’s restored our faith in the industry.  I’m not going to deny that I probably got on her good side by mentioning her makeup application. There’s no doubt she’s of the contouring generation, probably spending…

last night the duvet sent my anxiety off the rails. 

So last night I got into bed, hoping an episode of Location, Location, Location will prove to be just the right tonic for sleep to set in. (And yes, I am well aware of the link between device activity and insomnia. Just given me a break; I’m on holiday). The usual bed routine is mad…

it is what it is

Whatever it may be. You might be interested in my poetry, which can be at times disastrously dark, but always poignantly human. You may be interested in my thoughts. My random seizing on small moments which may seem insignificant, and probably are, yet will be noted all the same. You may have no interest at…