I’m writing this very late at night, because instead of getting on with my blog post, I distracted myself with watching the highlights of the London marathon. This is the first year I’ve not watched it on the television. I’ve…
Sunday Poem – Katrina Naomi
Today has consisted of an 11k run in the morning, and then stripping wallpaper from a ceiling in my living room. We started stripping the wallpaper off the actual walls in this room a while ago, which wasn’t too traumatizing,…
Sunday Poem – Maurice Riordan
A couple of my friends have been saying to me for a while that I need to slow down and start taking it easy and I’ve pretty much been nodding, agreeing but ignoring them. It all caught up with me this week…
Sunday Poem – Heidi Williamson
This is a photo of my triple gig bag, which is now 15 years old. I bought this bag in my first year at music college. Sometimes it did have three trumpets in, my Bb, my D/Eb trumpet and a…
Sunday Poem – Mona Arshi
It feels strange to be back blogging again after my slightly unplanned month off. True to form, I have left it until the last minute, and I doubt very much whether this will be up before midnight, as it is…
Sunday Poem – Fiona Sampson
This week has been taken over by finishing off my tax return. I finally got it done on Thursday night and it felt like a huge weight had lifted from me once I pressed submit, even though this meant I…
Sunday Poem – Tom Cleary
I’m writing this feeling very delicate as I went out last night to a friends 50th birthday party. Lady C, as she shall be called on this blog had no idea her husband had planned a surprise party and thought…
Sunday Poem – Rose Cook
I had every intention of starting my blog this morning but was foiled by my laptop and its strange insistence on updating itself without my permission. It updated itself for about 2 hours so I gave up in the end…
Sunday Poem – Gerry Cambridge
There was a period last year, in the last couple of months when I started to feel a bit worn out and fed up of blogging every week. I was really busy in October/November and it was a struggle to…
Sunday Poem – Ian Harker
THE LIONS OF LEEDS TOWN HALL – Ian Harker Drawn from life at London Zoo you could catch one from the corner of your eye curling an oversize paw like a cat in a square of sunlight on the kitchen…