I Shall Try To Write A Poem

But I Can't And Don't Ever Want To Write Bell-yanking Confetti-tossing Hat-throwing Poems.

But Wordsworth Is The Poet I Admire Above All Others.

Honor The Miraculousness Of The Ordinary.

I Get Up At 5.30am, Sluice Myself And Have Two Weetabix And Some Mint Tea, Before Starting To Write By 6am.

I Deeply Adored My Mum. She Was An Extraordinary Person, Even For The Prejudice I'm Likely To Have. She Was Beautiful, Amusing, A Tremendous Elaborator Of Things Into Comic Proportions And Extravagant In Her Imagination.