Phew. Just back from the Big Smoke, the Great Wen, London, the place where fields and cows are not, but where human species abound. Iraq Occupation Focus Teach-in. Serious stuff. Troops out definitely, no question, they are part of the problem, not the solution. But what then? More of this later.
London takes it out of you.
The poetry reading went well. Five of us read. No-one talked, coughed or argued during my poem for which I feel relieved and grateful, and an Iraqi came up and shook my hand after so it was all worth it.
One of the poems was an Army spokesman explaining the shooting of a child. V powerful. I will try to find it and put it up here.
Virginia is better still, took her out in the wheelchair to the park, another first.