So the rainy day did come and with it a poem. It also meant that I could begin reading Gig by Simon Armitage (signed copy remember?) I have nearly finished it because it's BRILLIANT of course. He can write no wrong in my book. I did send him a poem earlier this year ( For Simon Armitage - this is not a love poem) after I went to hear him read at Huddersfield University, where I got the book signed. I wonder if he read it?
Prior to watching England v Spain a single tear ran down my cheek as I listened to the National Anthem. Then a minute of silence held for Remembrance Sunday, which I honoured. Despite missing the homeland and in spite of my faith I am not missing the barrage of Christmas hype on TV and in the shops, it doesn't exist here.
But my faith remains, as does my hope and love.
Prior to watching England v Spain a single tear ran down my cheek as I listened to the National Anthem. Then a minute of silence held for Remembrance Sunday, which I honoured. Despite missing the homeland and in spite of my faith I am not missing the barrage of Christmas hype on TV and in the shops, it doesn't exist here.
But my faith remains, as does my hope and love.
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