Why I Don’t Keep a Diary Any More
To track the year ahead of me,
I bought myself a diary.
Looking back now, it is clear:
This was not a good idea…
January – Tried to ski,
Ended up in A&E.
February – Valentine.
Not a single card was mine.
March – St Patrick’s celebrations.
Drank green beer; had palpitations.
April – Shakespeare’s birthday do.
Tudor banquet; went straight through.
May – Cheese-rolling down a hill.
Having physiotherapy still.
June – Went off to Glastonbury.
Slipped in mud and twisted knee.
July – Wimbledon’s blue sky.
Tennis ball smack in the eye.
August – Carnival, Notting Hill.
Dodgy street food; oh, so ill…
😆😆😆… and if you’d like to know what the rest of the year held,
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