Friday, 24 December 2010


Nearly Christmas and we are still caught up in a frozen landscape. It is the coldest December since 1894,and those Victorian Winter Wonderland of frozen rivers and lakes.
If only the roads and pavements were salted it wouldn't be so bad,but the sparkle of diamonds in the snow has worn off. The icicles are amazing hanging from the guttering like sculpture,as long as they don't bring down the guttering when they fall.

Friday, 17 December 2010


My hand is much better. I had the stitches out.For the last two days I've had no voice.I think I picked up my sore throat at the doctors' surgery waiting to see the nurse. A poet with no voice is ironic. I open my mouth and there is nothing. I've been dosing myself on lemon, honey,ginger and cough sweets.

Snow outside -6 inches deep. I went through it to put up fat balls for the birds. Then indoors to try and find my voice.

Wednesday, 1 December 2010


The day of my operation arrived-the first day of the advent calendar - and it wasn't as bad as I thought.

My right hand has 6 stitches,and is painful.I can't write,and can't drive for 6 weeks. Although in this snow and ice I don't want to drive. I have the stitches out next week, and can swim again in a fortnight.

At last it's over.I think the anticapation is the worst bit.Last night I wrote my Christmas cards and the rent cheque. So no washing up for a while, and I'm learning to type with my left hand.