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Day 22: Good Fried Day
Over 3 weeks into my poem marathon! Not sure how long I’m going to keep this going, but not running out of steam yet. Good Friday just seemed to come and go like…
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Day 21: Puppy Love
Spent some quality time with the dogs today. Seems so bizarre when you look into their eyes that they’re completely oblivious to everything that’s going on – they’re just chuffed to bits that…
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Day 20: Family Life
Another spectacular meal this evening. We’re all stuck in the house all day, but still really enjoy getting together for our evening meals…
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Day 19: Mother Nature Awakes
A real environmental theme to today’s poem. Remarkable how much stress we put on nature, and particularly how quickly it starts to recover when the stresses aren’t there…
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Day 18: Boris & The Baked Potato
Not sure why today was particularly mundane, but real sense of Groundhog Day today. Fair play to Chris Evans, who’s always such a positive voice in the morning…
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Day 17: The Queen Speaks
The Queen spoke tonight, and what a galvanising presence she exuded. A quite extraordinary woman…
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Day 16: I (Don’t) Think We’re Alone Now
What a cracking effort by Cora today, turning the kitchen into a pumping ‘Corona Club’ nightclub!!
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Day 15: Dear Dad
Dad was very much in my thoughts today. Given the struggles he had in his last few years, I found it strangely reassuring that he managed to avoid all this madness…
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Day 14: The Cursed Child
Had a real bout of sorrow for the children today – must be even more unnerving for them. Not very nice at all for them to be stuck inside for so long –…
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Day 13: Numbers Game
Every day the number of deaths goes up- and the speed of the increase is getting bigger and bigger every day. Still, nothing seems to stop Trump – what a shameful, shameful person…