Much joy and relief all round today upon the news that Andrees' op has been a success - she can now walk without pain.
Back from Toulouse next week...
I went walking to spread the good news and snapped as I went. Twilight on the Aude; some beasties - all on the garden:) - and the wall the SNCF have been building at the bottom of the field at the end of the impasse, hopefully for no sinister reason.
Here's news from Pam after her recent success...
'Picked up my cheque at Aldeburgh posh lunch - £500 for a few words, which seems like less sweat than painting and a piece of paper less expensive than canvas, paints, brushes etc. Am going to treat myself to a stupidly expensive Laura Ashley distressed leather poets' armchair with the loot. Reading my commended poem + other poems at prize giving in London on 21st Nov. at Art Worker's Guild back of Russell Square if you are in town! Have a miserable apocalyptic poem on on-line London arts mag London Grip Sept or Oct, can't remember. Have a tiny poem in collection 'From the City to the Saltings' and read at Cramphorn Theatre Chelmsford as part of Essex PoFest the other w/e. Up to the gunwhales in proof reading so no time to dash off anything at the mo. That is my life in poetry in a para.'
No wandering about the daffs then:)
I'm off to Blighty for a week, more anon.
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