Have just finished OU - not going for the degree, too engaged with writing. The idea of learning 'stuff' and being examined on it fills me with horror. Poems is for me! I'll come back with one, don't know how to attach it yet.
I'm sitting at the upstairs front room window looking out at a steadily growing pile of earth and rubble and at the house of rods behind. At the working men's club it was said that Keeley Donovan, off the weather, was having it built and now its all over the village. Don't know when it will get built, they're never here and now its raining. Anyway there's another floor to go on which will seriously block my view. Who needs 5 bedrooms? There's 3 more to be built and I suppose the pile of earth and rubble will get closer to my front door and bigger...............
There is a cat now, joining the dog on my bed in the morning. We snuggle away our ailments - cat flu, arthritis and diabetes - one each and are very fond. Monty when he first arrived 18 months ago.
