Ah Umm...

Achieved: woke up, showered and dressed. Wearing nothing but white linen and a beard, I am a child-friendly version of a balding Jesus. Submitted a batch of poems to the Bridport Prize - I regret not submitting anything last year, so flagellated myself with the rough end of a pineapple - for quite some considerable time.

Listening to: 'Cobbler's Hornpipe', Eliza Carthy

Writing: two episodes of Uncle Thakur, and that submission to the Arts Council

Thinking about: cobblers pipes, and wondering why there is a magazine called 'Online Gambler' (how sad) & why certain folk are in jeans or in black clothes. Linen is the way to go on a day like this. Women - grow a beard and have a stroke in the sunshine!

Likely to: bugger off to Kings Meadow by the Thames later today, or go to Kew tomorrow.

Feeling: reflective and recharged.

Oh, and happy Fathers day, Naseer.

Love, peace & respect,

Fearless