Vanessa On His Knee

It was sunny. MrQ came back from a funeral, took off his weeds, put on his It Ain't Half Hot Mum shorts and sat in the garden with a beer. This red admiral sat on his bare knee. :)

It's National Poetry Day and today's poem isn't very uplifting. :( Death by Anna Akhmatova. http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.co.uk/2006/06/why-then-do-we-not-despair.html (It's the third poem in my link.)

The woman whose funeral MrQ attended choked to death on a piece of meat. :( AA wrote her poem after a severe bout of typhus that nearly killed her.