19/8/11
Blackburn to see Carl
Eight hours by coach. Worth it.
Old friends don't change much.
20/8/11
Grace, Carl and I took
nostalgic drinks in old pubs
I kipped on grass verge.
21/8/11
Bleary eyes and head
Bickering, joking, laughing
Ate Salford curry
22/8/11
Kate Bush-ing on moors
Sitting on top of the world
Eternal ride home.
23/8/11
Home, safe and knackered
The fleas are biting again
So pleased to see me
24/8/11
Itchiness awake!
The fleas, on the move again
But the novel crawls
25/8/11
Disappointing day
Gave in to lazy urges
All play and no work
- Hmmm, mysterious in haiku aren't they? Maybe I shall improve.
Yours
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