Monday, 16 February 2009
Music and postman pat
Bit of this
I get up with the first chattering of the jackdaws. It's seven o'clock exactly.
I dance my heart out in pools of afternoon light to tracks from River Dance. The music blasts into my soul, dissolving my rigidity, compelling me to find expression in movement. I lay exhausted on the floor. Mission accomplished. I am numb. Sticking plaster re-stuck.
The post lady calls on Mrs T to see if she has letters, and is o k. A social worker in a red van.
Bit of that
Faith can move mountains. She's a bright girl.
('nother bit of graffiti)