I was sorting through some old notebooks and found this poem. It is in my handwriting on a scribbled page of notes entitled 'The Fat Poet.' I don't remember writing it, but then it was in a very old and tatty notebook and clearly I wasn't in the best frame of poetic muse mind when I wrote it, as it has an air of food angst about it.
Anyway, thought you might enjoy it. It is called, 'Tempt Me Not With Your Jamsome Ways.'
Oh fat nut
Oh nut of sugar
I saw you
In the bakery -
You saw me.
On a more cheerful note, I have been requested by my nearest and dearest to supply a birthday wish list. And I have to say that it has to be the most tricky wish list I've ever written. I think I've got to the stage where I don't really 'want' anything. In fact, having spent a not inconsiderable amount of time over the last year or so decluttering, I am getting to the point where I shan't have anything left to declutter and I don't want to spoil my decluttering with more clutter.
So this is the best I could come up with:
1) 'Ladies of Letters' CDs (I have the first one and I think Patricia Routledge and Prunella Scales are a hoot together. Their presentation of the characters of Vera and Irene always make me laugh.)
2) David Sedaris CDs and/or books. (Again, makes me laugh out loud - a very clever chap, very witty with his observational humour.)
3) Two books by Jonathan Harvey : 'The Girl Who Just Appeared' and 'The Confusion of Karen Carpenter.' I've recently read a couple of Harvey's novels. They are great fun, a tiny bit rude, and with colourful characters.
4) 'A Very British Murder,' by Lucy Worsley, my favourite historian.
5) 'A Place Called Winter,' by Patrick Gale. I went through a bit of a Patrick Gale phase several years ago, and noticed he'd got a new novel out, and remembered how much I enjoyed reading him.
6) Lovely notebooks from Paperchase. ALWAYS lovely notebooks from Paperchase!
7) A portable daylight craft lamp. One shouldn't scowl when one is embroidering. It's not a good look.
8) Woolly tights in bright colours. I can only find woolly tights in black, grey and cream. I am thinking more cherry red, burgundy, turquoise, teal and orange. You know - something cheerful. And woolly. Not that thick, shiny elasticky polyestery stuff. Wool.
9) A thick yoga/ Pilates mat. When I try and use my sheepskin rug for Pilates either a) the cats try to join in or b) I doze off.
And that is it. I cannot think of anything else. I feel I have already been spoiled enough for my 50th what with Owl Days and Hampton Court Flower Show Days and The Musical Hairspray Days. I did mention I'd quite like a poodle, coming from a family of women who were poodles owners, but it would be unfair to have a dog in the house with our current house cats. Ditto an English cocker spaniel, my other favourite dog.
I am hoping a magnificent birthday cake will be forthcoming. But nothing with vanilla or creme fraiche or soft cream cheese because all these things are too ikky. Or fondant icing because you might just as well use molten plastic for all the appeal fondant adds to a cake.
Well, enough now. Time to chuck another log in the woodburner and do some knitting.
P.S Tybalt continues to progress in the right direction towards better health. His nose is looking quite pink today.