Why I don't write poetry

By wintertale

It's a jungle out there

Long lie - batteries re-charged - but weather not too good.

This morning I lay on a bed of nails. It was bloomin' sore and in hindsight it was really just stupidity on my part doing it !

Mr W and I played golf again this afternoon. We don't often argue but somehow we always seem to have a tiff on the golf course! Apparently I always take far too long admiring my shots (well I don't play that many shots to admire so when I do, I'm sure going to dwell on it), looking in my handbag, 'noseying' at other golfers, etc, etc. Well at least I didn't hit one of my balls into someone's garden !

Tomorrow - an adventure into the wilderness and some home made baking .......

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