Day 5 of a flu-like cold. No more need be said. I'm a bloke.

I wanted to write something about the Princess of Wales' video update of her post-chemotherapy recovery. A Haiku with a deliberately ambiguous title emerged.

Apalache - two teachers and two pupils lie dead after a teenage boy opens fire. A poem that requires little interpretation.

Sometimes it's what isn't happening that catches the eye

Woke up this morning to a gale and recycling bins rumbling down the road

East meaning East London, ‘Ackney a little short of Hackney, hear the accent and mourn the disappearing distinction between vowels