In the day the ghosts wander through the house
Looking in the bread crock or the cake tin
Wondering about making tea
They make me feel uneasy
But now in the evening they have gone to their abode
They were not harming me but they were troubled
Asking me have you paid the bills
Have you put the rubbish out?
Are you alright?
I try to pretend they’re not here but I can feel them in the air
At kast it’s peaceful I feel my body expanding with relief
I don’t have to do anything now
Unless I really want to
Do I want to watch Maggie and George on channel 4?
They are ghosts in a different way
I did not think I would want to see her face again
Harriet Walter is over the top like the evil twin
More like the evil queen I realise.
Now we have the likes of Lynne Truss
She couldn’t carry it off because nobody believed in her but we all believed in Maggie alas.
Wouldn’t it be better to watch something more amusing?
It’s hard to imagine these days
In my mind I’m on a trolley in A&E in the corridor.
At least you’re not lonely in the corridor well not exactly lonely but you’re not exactly with people either
Just being near hurrying people running down the corridor is not the same as being with another person
But then how often are we really with anybody at all in the full sense of the word?
You can’t be with somebody when you can hardly be with yourself and picking up the paper and seeing what Trump has done now, it’s pretty disruptive of the present
Most of us feel a bit of self doubt if only Trump had a tiny bit. Was
Did no one think how it would affect him that he would believe God has ordained him and preserved him for a special task
Maybe he’s in charge of Armageddon in his mind and
Like someone sang
In my mind I’m going to Carolina
I’m going to Carolina in my mind
But that was a different meaning and I’m certainly not going there
Would anyone write a book called “I and Thou* now?
And who shall inherit the earth
After the bombs go off?
Come now, after the ghosts have gone, let’s enjoy our solitude.


