Hola. Hope you are well.
It’s been an odd couple of weeks for me, mainly because I’ve had paid creative work.
For National Poetry Day, Thurs 3rd Oct (I’m sure you all knew when it was, behind Christmas and Birthday‘s it’s the next occasion people most celebrate), I was in a school in Sandbach delivering poetry workshops.
This meant travelling back to Manchester on the Weds after work, getting to Manchester Piccadilly at 8:30pm and then staying at my mum’s. The following morning I was on the 8:04 train to Sandbach, meaning I was in Manchester for less than 12 hours. This must make me the crappest jet setter ever. Some people stop over in LA before having and exciting adventure in Mexico. I stay at my mum’s and then go to Sandbach. Feel free to let me know of your less than rock & roll journeys, you can contact me via the comments button.
You’ll be pleased to know the workshops went well and the school even wrote a poem about my visit, which has never happened to me before.
Just in case regulars to this blog are thinking it’s going to start being a vehicle for my successes, worry no further as my next blog post will be about a less than successful creative outing I undertook.
Til then, stay safe!