Last night I got home to three bits of post from you! One of which is that gorgeous photo that made me remember how warm it was in Morocco and what a lovely place we stayed. I have pinned it to my desk and it makes me smile too.

It’s been a quiet week really. I saw Katie on Wednesday night and she made lamb tagine. I had Henry and Natalie over for dinner last night to eat steak and watched some of Godzilla with Paul. He made a very tasty banana and carrot cake and we had some apple and blackberry pie from Waitrose.

Tonic had lots and lots of love from Natalie and is looking very well and the moment. Steve needs her very expensive booster injection. Might have to take her to the vet in December. Nice Christmas present for her!!

I’ve been thinking a lot about how much has changed and how much more is going to change. I don’t like change very much. I guess I’m one of those people who is bored by routine, pretends to be spontaneous and then abhors change and is vicious towards anything that disrupts the routine I made while no one was looking. Being a control freak can be exhausting.

I feel quite isolated at the moment. Plenty of people around to play with but it’s just not quite the same. I very much need my own kind and it’s a bit like being ship-wrecked at the moment. I have written a poem – nothing special, but it came to me after reading Rapture by Carol Ann Duffy again.

Sometimes I wish I lived in the Jane Austen Book Club. Sometimes I wish I lived in Mary Poppins. Mostly I’m glad I don’t live in Apocalypse Now.


Poem

If you are a sailor,
then I am a boat.

If I am a castle,
then you are my moat.

If you had a party
I’d rain on the parade

If this is my future,
then I am afraid.

If you were a wheel
then I’d be the spokes

You deliver the punch line
but I am the joke.