and I am more angry and put out about it at this stage than anything else. I was rougher than a badgers hole with it last week but thankfully have an option to work from home which meant I didn’t have to lose any time off work which is great because I am agency staff and we don’t get sick pay. Or, you know, rights.
The muse hasn’t been busying herself with me so here’s a whinge about having the cold:
The Cold
Having a cold
Is a pain in the hole
Utterly inconvenient
Not to say utterly uninvited
The nerve of it.
Infiltrating my life
Affecting everything I do
The brass neck. The unearned entitlement.
That’s as good as I can manage from my office desk and two Lemsips deep.
IN OTHER NEWS
I joined Faber and Fabers poetry book club where they send you a book of contemporary poetry every month. The editions really are quite beautiful in a utilitarian way. So far I have Christopher Reids “Ordinary Morning Sunlight” and Jana Prikryl “The Channel”. I’ll llet you know what I think.
There’s actually a few I’d like to share with you. Particularly Stephen de Burca’s “Atlantic Fret” which is amazing. Stephen ran the Starts and Beginnings workshop I recently attended which I thoroughly loved.
Anyway, I’m off to sneeze and cough my way through the rest of the afternoon.
Take care!
