August since the last post. Now it's November and the last sweet pea was picked from my garden on the 16th. So, you set up a blog in the midst of the most chaotic time - builders, your office dismantled - but then when life gets back to "normal," don't post. Why? Too busy writing poems for one thing - a burst of new work since August. Also, I've been away, to Venice [three new poems from that trip have made it into to the manuscript of my draft collection - At The Depot For Lost Hats], to Mallorca [excellent reading time, more on that later] and Wood Green.
Jury Service at the Crown Court [not to be revisited here - GBH, Rape - a demanding stint of civic duty].
Blogging was never far from my mind on these excursions. In fact, I've scribbled many ideas for posts in my notebook! [I know, old habits die hard - give me paper, give me a pencil]. Cheered by an item on R4's Today programme - a discussion on blogging - I see my current conundrum is: how to make this blog my new paper and pencil? See it not as a blog [no-one is reading it, anyway] but a place to store up ideas that seem important. Right now, that's what I'm up to here, saving the best of the notebook - see what emerges.