One woman wrote, I don’t want to read a poem I want to know what you are doing, who you see, what you eat.So far I’ve not been inclined to share those things.Possibly it might be boring: I had my usual Weetabix for breakfast before heading to my usual coffee shop for coffee.I then entered Ryman’s and bought 20 ball point pens and a box of A4 paper .It was so heavy I ended up in A and E with my usual slipped disc.I came home for my usual bread and cheese and made my usual complaint to the Royal Mail as my five new bras have not been delivered despite me paying for tracked delivery. OMG I can see the dog is wearing the red one! So the dog has signed for them.Is the postman blind, am I a dandelion? ?I made my usual pot of tea and took some pot with it for a change from codeine.This is all a lie.
