A Day at the Theatre is my latest poem up at Bewildering Stories this week and it says a lot about the kind of year this has been. It has given me plenty to think about.
In January we welcomed the new year by buying a new (black) front door. The old one was insecure, draughty, shabby and quite beyond renovating. We installed an alarm system too. It all seemed very snug and secure.
In February we replaced the old bathtub with a new shower. Black interior. I like black! Anyway… we also painted the guest room because we knew we were having vsitors in April — not black though we did get a Saxon Black (black and beige) carpet 😉
So far so good! It was mild enough to start a few things in the garden too. Lovely new stones! Some of them were even — black!
It was just then ironically that my own internal stones started to play up and by the beginning of March I was in agony, followed by hospital. I hadn’t had a really serious operation ever before and faced with the prospect, I was frankly terrified. It’s like flying — people do it every day. Things seldom go wrong. You tell yourself these things but it doesn’t help. I felt suddenly insecure! Things looked — black.
I was okay though. I had a great surgeon who did gall bladders all the time and a hospital nearby with well trained staff. In short — I had the NHS!
God help us if we allow that great service to be taken over by greed driven insurance companies and selfish share holders!
A few weeks later, someone in writewords suggested we write a poem with sphygmomanometer in it — like you do 🙂 So for me at least my day at the theatre proved not only successful but inspirational and it’s there in BwS in black and white for all to see.
What a queer way to start a year!