Monday, April 24, 2006

Every day is like Sunday?


When I was a kid, Sunday was my least favourite day - homework, church, roast beef and classical music; all of which I thought I could do without (oh, the ingratitude!). I love Sundays now as it usually Country Drive Day. Francis and I drove out to our nearest patch of countryside -the Campsie hills. This old graveyard lies behind the cafe we sometimes visit. By chance we banged into my mum and dad, making use of their free Scotland-wide bus passes for the over-60's. What a great idea to let pensioners go free on the buses.
I'm frustrated by all this political debate about trying to save money on the NHS by cutting back on specialist nurses etc. Why can't we just stop bombing other countries to save cash? Too simple? Surely not.
I did a poetry reading on Saturday night with Liz Lochhead and a few performance poets. I was the only poet who didn't have rhyming poems. Rhyme-less and penny-less. My mum was trying to sell a couple of my books afterwards but a student thought they were free and just nabbed one. Fine. I wasn't going to run after her, shouting, 'emmm, excuse me...'
I went to bed happy last night and you can't ask for more than that.
-C

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